Posted: 5th May 2007 09:20
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Well, being bed-ridden as I have been, I've had some crazy drug-induced ideas... this one came to me in a flash and I decided I had no choice but to give it a bit of life. As always, I am long-winded and couldn't write a short story to save my life.
Occupied South Figaro Weeks after the attack on Narshe He was whistling a little jig he had just heard; the tune was just so memorable! Even under occupation, the taverns of South Figaro were the best in the world. It took more than Imperial Army to stop those girls from dancing. An explosion rocked the city. The green-helmet wearing soldier glanced back. Smoke was rising. "Ooh, that's gonna sting," he remarked. Footsteps approached and he turned back towards the mansion. A pair of men, wide-eyed and scared out of their minds, gestured towards the rising plume of smoke. "Sir, that was downtown-" "Lieutenant," the soldier interrupted. The two men blanched. "Lieutenant, sir," they apologized as one. "Those were our frontliners!" "Take a squad to check it out, locals might take the chance to pounce on us," the Lieutenant decided. He pointed at the men guarding the entrance of the mansion. "Go, all of you." "Sir?" "I said go!" The Imperial soldiers left their assigned posts quickly, not noticing the smirk beneath the green-helmet. So concerned they were by the sudden and surprising destruction of their Magitek Armors that they didn't even notice the way he clicked his heels together, or how he was still whistling the tune of the local bars. Without a care in the world, Locke Cole entered the Imperial Headquarters in Occupied South Figaro. -=- Locke gave the soldier a good kick. "Hmm, definitely asleep," he remarked. He looked at the crossbolts that he had picked up. They glistened with a strange green liquid. "Better keep these." "Mmmr!" Locke glanced over. "Ah, sorry about that," he pulled a key-ring out of the sleeping guard's pockets and quickly unlocked the chains. She pulled the gag out herself. "You're awfully short for a soldier..." Locke looked the woman up and down. Long blond hair, eyes that sparkled despite the fatigue... and a fist so tightly bunched up that it would have put a hole through solid rock. "Sorry about that," Locke pushed the Imperial helmet just a bit higher so that she could see his eyes. "Forgot about these clothes... I'm not a soldier but I don't think you're going to complain, General Celes." Her eyes narrowed. "I'm with the Returners; the name's Locke," he stood back up and gestured outside. "Let's go." "I can't." "Are you hurt?" Locke's eyes roved over the beauties' legs. "You don't look like it." "That's not it." "Then let's go. I know a way out, but it takes a bit of time," he smirked. "You don't understand, even if you got me out of here, I'm going to be dead." "Hey," Locke raised his hands. "I managed to get in here, right? I can get you out. You'll be fine, trust me." "You only want to help me because you think I'm the General." That took the wind out of his sails. "What?" "I'm not General Chere," she repeated. Locke rolled his eyes. Blond hair, teenaged girl, army uniform with three stars on it... "Okay, I'm not stupid and we don't have time for this," he grumbled. He grabbed her wrist and pulled. "Let's get out of here!" Despite her complaints, the pair left the storage closet together. Between the shadows, the cobwebs, and the sense of distrust the two had for each other, neither noticed that they were being watched. -=- They paused just before the rickety bridge. They were still high up in the mountains and the air was a little thin. "Come on Celes, we've got keep moving! Just because there's been no pursuit so far doesn't mean there won't be any." She was bent over panting, hands on knees as she huffed and puffed. "I can't run any further, and stop calling me that," she complained again. Locke gestured back at the mountains. "That tunnel isn't secret and they'll come after you, General," he folded his arms. "Frankly, I expected something just before we exited," he mumbled under his breath. "It's like something's not right in the world." "Just... let me catch my breath," she panted again. Locke rolled his eyes. "General of the Empire, but barely in shape. I guess you ride everywhere on chocobos, don't you?" "For the last time, I'm not General Chere!" despite being out of breath, Celes stormed up to Locke with an angry scowl on her face. "Are you that dense?" "I'm pretty sick of hearing it too," Locke quipped. "Look at that uniform-" his eyes lingered for a second too long, "-and the hair... oh, and the whole being locked up for betraying the Empire!" "That's what they want you to believe," she groaned. "You Returners really are stupid." "I was kind of expecting a little more thanks." Celes grabbed a fist full of his hair. She pulled, hard. "Hey, what-" "Look!" Locke found himself close, too close really, to the maiden's blond hair. Wait... "The roots are red," he pushed her away and looked her up and down once more. "You're a red-head?" Celes groaned. "For the last time, I'm not Celes! This hair? It's dyed! The uniform? They put it on me!" Locke raised an eyebrow. "They were torturing you pretty thoroughly... you sure you didn't just hit your head?" Her exasperation was such that Locke decided it was best to play along. "Alright, let's just say you're not General Celes. Why were you a prisoner, and who did I just rescued?" She folded her arms beneath her breasts. "They wanted someone to pretend to be her, to draw attention," she declared. Her eyes followed him as he started to walk around her. "What... what are you doing?" "Thinking," Locke lied as he discretely checked her out for head trauma. "Well that's really odd," she said. "Anyways, I was about her age and had the same build, it didn't help that the Captain didn't like me-" she glowered at him. "What are you doing now?" Locke straightened. His eyes quickly averted back to her face. "Keep going!" he said far too quickly. The girl pulled her cloak closed at last. "Anyways, my name's Ma- gah!" A part of him wanted to joke about her name being Magah. Another part drew his knife in a heartbeat, pulled not-Celes behind him protectively, and found the man with the darts hidden on the ledge above them. "I'll protect you," he whispered as he pulled not-Celes close. Her eyes bulged out and her breaths came in ragged gasps. "Run!" her lips managed to form. She pushed him off the side of the mountain. -=- They watched as the Returner faded away down the mountainside. "No one could have survived that," the short man declared. He pulled his cloak tight and hid the pack of darts that were wrapped around his belt. "The Returners are more than they seem. How is the girl?" The short man looked at the teenager collapsed on the mountain pass. "She'll be out for a few hours, Boss." "Good," the Boss declared. He snapped the buttons together on his own coat. "We'll need her." "She really does look like her." "Of course. I'm a man of my word. Let's get out of here." The short man looked back down the mountain. It was a long drop. "If you really think he survived, shouldn't we go after him?" "It doesn't matter. It's too late for him to change anything." "That seems like one hell of a gamble." The boss brushed back his long, glimmering white hair. He chuckled. "They're already all in." This post has been edited by Elessar on 24th August 2007 04:21 |
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Posted: 5th May 2007 11:40
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I like it. Intresting little alternative outcome, and an intresting ending. It's fun when you finsih with more questions than answers sometimes.
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Posted: 5th May 2007 17:49
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I gotta admit, that read pretty poorly... I guess that's what happens when you draft inside a browser. Alright, I'm going to finish her up so everyone will know what I was really getting at. Hope this answers less than the questions it raises, Del!
Without further ado! Narshe Weeks after the Imperial Attack on South Figaro He threw the door wide-open and stormed into the home of the Narshe Elder. "We've got problems!" Locke shouted. An empty room greeted him. Locke scratched his head with a bandaged hand. Even the coals in the fireplace were at a lull. "Something's really not right," he muttered. "That you, Locke?" "Elder!" Locke exclaimed as the old man appeared from his room. "Where's everyone?" "Everyone?" came a confused echo. "Are you alright there? You look pretty hurt." "These bandages are just for show," Locke laughed off the pain. "Where's Edgar and Banon?" Eyes with the wisdom of many decades glared at him. "The Returners are coming here? Is this your work, Locke? You know what will happen if the Returners come here, the Empire will attack us just like they did in Doma." "That's nonsense," Locke snapped. He glanced around. "Are you sure they haven't shown up?" "Get out of here," the Elder pointed out the door. "Before you endanger anyone else." Locke's temper flared, but he was more concerned over his friends. What had happened to them? They should've escaped down the Lete River without any problems and arrived in Narshe far earlier than he did. Wait, they had come here intending on speaking with the frozen Esper. They had spent precious hours convincing Terra that they needed her... hours that might have cost them everything had the Imperials arrived just a little sooner. The Esper. -=- Gusts of wind threatened to tear him off the mountainside even though he was knee-deep in snow. His eyes watered from the chill of the air; not that it mattered, he couldn't see further than he could spit. A relentless blizzard had settled into the highlands around Narshe. Then Locke saw it: footsteps. He was on the right track. Only force of will kept him moving as every wound in his body flared out in pain. It was cold, really cold at that, and he should have grabbed a fur-coat before coming up here. His bandages were half-frozen and hurt more than they comforted. Yet he trudged on, his teeth chattering and his body shivering. A glow was up ahead. He was there at last, standing before an ancient beast that was living legend. Silhouetted in front was a single shape, arms spread wide despite the horrendous gusts of wind. "Edgar?" Locke hollered at the shadowy shape. It turned towards him. The curve of her figure made it obvious that this was not his kingly friend. "Terra?" Locke stepped into the icy aura that surrounded the frozen Esper. A fur hood hid her hair from sight, but a single lock of green hair could be seen frozen against her shoulder. She smiled at him. It sent chills down his spine. "Returner. You survived." Locke rubbed his eyes. This was the same girl he had rescued in the caves of Narshe, but that voice was something altogether different. It was colder than the icy blizzard about them and just hearing her sent him several steps back. And that look in her eyes... it was feral in its ferocity. "You even managed to get up here despite my spells. I'm impressed." Locke opened his mouth. He shut it. He opened it again. "Who are you?" Her eyes narrowed. Her lips twisted upward in a beautiful, yet demonic smile. "Isn't it obvious?" Until that exact moment, it hadn't been. And then the puzzle pieces all snapped together: the strange reasoning for the Imperial Attack, the incompetence of sending a woman controlled only by a slave crown, the continual Imperial pursuit, Kefka's foreknowledge of her escape to Castle Figaro, the attack on the Returner headquarters... "Celes," he whispered. Her smile broadened. It made her only more breathtakingly beautiful. "I knew you were smarter than you looked." "Everything in the last month was just an elaborate setup," Locke continued. The pain in his joints had been forgotten and the winter gusts about them ignored. "That slave crown, the amnesia... the whole naivete... it was all just an act." She clasped her hands behind her back. Her eyes twinkled. "I was good, wasn't I? I think I'd be good enough for the Opera." "Was it all a lie?" She shrugged. "Maybe... though I didn't have to lie about everything." Her palm came up and an icy flame appeared. "Can't pretend to be half-Esper, you know." "So this was all an elaborate plot just to get us?" Celes frowned. "Oh come now, you Returners were just icing on the cake. It was so silly that I could delay your entire group for nearly half a day because I was scared!" she laughed. "I couldn't resist!" "Where's Edgar!" Locke pointed at her and shouted angrily. "What'd you do to my friends?" Celes shrugged half-heartedly. "They'll get back to civilization just fine in a couple of days, but it'll be too late by then. The Returners are already scattered apart, the Empire will go after Figaro and tie up whatever resources they have left in two stupid wars, and Narshe will be helpless without the Esper over here. Locke... I can call you Locke, right?" He drew his blades. "I hope you die, you Imperial witch." A delicate finger rested against her pale lips. "That hurts, Locke. Just because I have magic doesn't mean I'm Imperial." That caught him off-guard. "Wha-?" She giggled. "I think we could be great friends. You helped me out and from what I've heard, really gave Gestahl something to think about back in South Figaro. Now that Tritoch is mine, nothing will stop me, and I can give you so much... like the power to crush the Empire." Her lips pulled back to reveal a bloodthirsty smile. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Locke's mouth dropped open. "Gestahl...? You're not working for the Empire?" "I thought we already established that. Just as dense as the rest, aren't you?" she sighed. "Forget it. I have ancient magic to wield and a world to control." "I won't let you!" She caught his arm as he struck out, a joyful giggle departing her lips as she threw him aside with ease. "Oh come on!" she said as he tumbled in the snow. "You scream out your intentions and expect to catch me by surprise? And I mean, look at you... you look like you fell off a mountain or something." Locke groaned in pain. He pushed himself off the ground. "You're just as bad as the Empire," he growled. Celes shook her head. "That hurts," she said mockingly. The blast of freezing ice made him scream out in pain. "Though probably not as bad as this will!" The breath was forced out of his body as he was sent flying back. He tumbled back into the snow, the fluffy cold stuff offering little protection against the ragged rocks beneath. And then suddenly, nothing but air. -=- She watched him disappear into the darkness below. A sigh left her lips. "Locke, if only you believed in me." The blizzard that surrounded her was suddenly blasted aside, gusts of wind overpowering even her magic and clearing the mountain ledge of all snow. She shielded her eyes from the turbulence as she glanced upward. At the shape of a ship hovering above. "It's about time you got here," she grumbled. She pulled off her hood and let her long locks of hair flutter in the wind. A disapproving frown spread on her face. "Definitely need to wash the dye out. I hate this colour." -------------------- Visions of Peace - Four Generals, One Empire, and the Returners caught in the middle. |
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Posted: 5th May 2007 17:54
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Definitely keep going.
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Posted: 5th May 2007 21:08
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Me likes.
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Posted: 6th May 2007 22:34
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Thanks. This was the outcome of replaying the game and having questions of my own pop-up... everyone seemed far too trusting.
![]() I might return to this if I'm feeling campy. I will try to avoid ending every subsequent scene with Locke falling off a mountain though. >.> -------------------- Visions of Peace - Four Generals, One Empire, and the Returners caught in the middle. |
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Posted: 7th May 2007 03:54
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How can I resist this? So light-hearted, so ridiculous... if Celes was a man, I'd have her twirling a moustache by now!
Also, I am willing to entertain requests from anybody. Crazy? Love it. I suck at humour? Tell me now so I stop embarrassing myself. Castle Doma Weeks after Celes' Attack on Locke "So you're telling me Terra Branford never existed, and that her entire persona had been a clever device by a renegade General to steal the frozen Esper from Narshe? That she drew out the Returners as a decoy and began a war between the Empire and Figaro just to distract Emperor Gestahl?" Locke nodded. "Nice summary," he added. "Yeah, okay, I can believe that convoluted mess even though you've obviously bumped your head several times. I can even believe you got your ass handed to you by an extremely attractive, teenaged girl half your size. It'd help if you used something other than that wimpy little knife, but not all of us have the option." "At least I'm not over-compensating with a giant spear," Locke grumbled. "And she had magic! And I fell off a mountain for fu-" "But the real question is this!" King Edgar of Figaro interrupted as he gestured past the ramparts and towards the sinking sun in the east. "How in the name of everything good did you survive the wilderness, cross half the globe and end up on the footsteps of Doma Castle in the middle of an Imperial Siege?" Locke Cole limped a step closer to his old friend. He steadied himself on his crutch, one arm in a sling and most of his upper body wrapped in bandages. He leaned close. "Trade secret," he winked. Edgar groaned. He turned around to the huge, hulking shape of a Knight behind them. "What do you think?" "'tis foolish to discount yet another Imperial conspiracy," Cyan Garamonde of Doma decided. "Locke Cole, you shalt enjoy the comfort of our dungeons until further notice." "That's a little harsh," Edgar pointed out. "He's probably unwilling to admit he just washed up here thanks to the river." "We cannot assume fortune is upon our side," Cyan stated gravely. He gestured to the Imperial Camp just visible at the edge of the horizon. Shapes of Magitek Armors could be seen gathering in force. "Nor does he have your integrity, King Edgar." "Sorry Locke, not my decision," Edgar shrugged. Locke's mouth dropped open. "We're all on the same side here!" "Maybe a pretty, vulnerable girl co-opted you into this," Edgar pointed out. "That's a low blow." Edgar rolled his eyes. "Look, you were the one who brought Terra-" "Celes." "-to my castle. Now, she nearly got the drop on us all when we were floating down the river. If it wasn't for my brother and his ingenious use of a stick, two potions, and that amputated purple thing that I swear was a tentacle, none of us would be alive right now." "You seriously think that I'd give up the Returners just to keep my promise to some pretty girl?" Silence. Disturbing, awkward silence. "Oh fine. Just keep me away from the Imperials. Some of them might recognize me." "I'll shalt see to your comfort personally," Cyan declared. -=- "How do you feel?" Locke glanced up to see the muscular shape of Sabin standing outside the makeshift bars between him and freedom. "Well they're feeding me pretty well, and the doctors say I didn't bump my head too badly." Sabin laughed. "I heard about your little adventure. Sounds fun." "Yeah, try it sometime." "Might already have," Sabin winked. He gestured around Locke's cell. "Actually, I was wondering if you were okay locked up in here." "You mean stuck in a storage closet turned prison cell?" Locke spread his arms and touched both walls with ease. "I've seen better." "Probably spent a bit of time in them too," Sabin leaned against the wall with an easy grin. "Your brother send you down here?" "Yeah, my bro's feeling guilty but won't admit it. Banon's been arguing with the King too." "Edgar?" "Nah, the King of Doma. Can't remember his name for the life of me, too long-winded and everyone else just uses his title." "Right." "Anyhow, you need anything?" Locke shrugged. "I'm concerned about the Esper. You hear anything from Narshe? It's been a couple of weeks now..." "We're locked up pretty tight. The Empire's right outside the door and nobody's talking. They've got a whole lotta soldiers out there, and it's growing everyday." Two stupid wars... "Celes wanted the Empire to attack Doma," Locke thought out-loud. "You think she's behind this? It's been going on for months now." "No, I mean she said she wanted the Empire stuck in two stupid wars." "Figaro will give'em a good fight." "No," Locke snapped his fingers. "It's not that. It was the way she said it. Tie up their resources in Figaro..." Shivers ran down his spine. His eyes snapped up to Sabin's. "Oh no." -=- "Fire!" The airship shook from side to side as a broadside of cannons announced their presence, a thunderous roar from the skies. Then followed the lightning. Men were sent flying off the walls as they exploded apart, explosions and fire engulfing everything along the ramparts. Battlements burst in flames as lightning from the heavens struck Castle Doma, vaporizing flesh and stone without distinction. Celes strolled across the quarterdeck past the numerous soldiers -- all wearing black-leather Imperial armor with Magitek markings -- toward the men gathered along the side. Her eyes were ice-cold, her own white cloak flapping in the wind as she steadied herself. She rolled her eyes at the mischievous laughter coming from the man at the wheel, his white hair flying freely as he turned the airship around for another pass at the Castle. "Are your men ready, Captain?" The airship shuddered from yet another full broadside of cannonade. Her decks lit up with yellow light as electricity rippled from her guns. "At your command, General!" the leader saluted as the yellow light faded away. Numerous armored men behind him did the same. Celes took one glance through the smoke. Flames were spreading throughout the castle. "Descend!" she ordered. -=- Sabin threw open the iron door, not even breathing hard after dashing up some six flights of stairs. "Locke!" Sabin pointed accusingly at the figure against the wall. "Don't you ever get tired?" Locke grumbled between gasps of air. Sabin suddenly noticed the destruction around them. The hallway was filled with smoke and the castle suddenly shook. Screams came from his right and he turned, only to see two girls in dresses ran past, being pursued by a man in dark armor. Dark Imperial Armor. Sabin's fist smashed through the soldier's face. "Okay, I'll forget about your miraculous escape. We need to find my brother now!" "Like I said, I've seen better," Locke grumbled. He knelt down and examined the soldier's armor. It was elite stuff: black jerkin made of the best leather, a rucksack filled with enough rations to last a week, as well as two finely-crafted knives painted a dull black. He smoothly pocketed those and their sheathes. "Question is how we're going to find- Hey!" Sabin's attention finally left the two bubbly and overly-friendly girls at his arms. It seemed the pair had decided to stay near the martial-artist who had just rescued their lives. "What?" he asked with a goofy smile. "I was talking!" "He's just jealous," said the brown-haired girl on Sabin's right arm. "You're just jealous," Sabin repeated in the exact same tone. The stupid smile had yet to fade. Locke sighed. "We're never going to find out your brother at this rate." "Of course we will; hey girls," Sabin glanced at the two beauties at his arms. "What are the bad guys attacking?" "The Throne Room," answered the red-haired girl on Sabin's left arm. "See?" Sabin gave a thumbs-up. "And which way is the Throne Room?" Locke asked. "That way," the brown-haired girl pointed down the hall to their left. It was utterly deserted, though filled with smoke and its carpet aflame. "Seems easy enough," Locke remarked. Two Magitek Armors exploded through the walls. Black armored soldiers with swords, pikes, and bows followed the two beasts into the hallway. They turned towards them. "I saw that coming," Locke cleared his throat. Sabin rolled his eyes and asked the two girls to go into the dungeon. From behind them came a crashing sound. Four Magitek Armors stormed through the stone walls, numerous brown-leathered soldiers following them. At their lead was a statue of a man, his plate armor a forest green, three stars upon his massive shoulder-guards, a sword that seemed to flicker with tendrils of electricity, and a flatly-shaven blond haircut. He seemed angry. "You didn't see that though," Sabin whispered. "Nope," Locke swallowed. -------------------- Visions of Peace - Four Generals, One Empire, and the Returners caught in the middle. |
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Posted: 7th May 2007 12:43
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Does this man ever die?
This is going pretty well. It seems you're expanding this into something... bigger. ![]() -------------------- "Only the dead have seen the end of their quotes being misattributed to Plato." -George Santayana "The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here..." -Abraham Lincoln, prior to the discovery of Irony. |
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Posted: 14th May 2007 22:54
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Yeah, I clearly do not know how to end anything.
My pain, your gain! Onward! Castle Doma Same Bat Time Swords clattered to the ground along with their lifeless bodies, still protectively wrapped in pristine, polished plate-mail. A heavy, leather boot came down and casually crushed the sprawled out hands. "Your Majesty." The King of Doma was restrained by two Imperial soldiers. "What is the meaning of this!" "I think you know perfectly well what this is: an attack on your castle. We've won, you've lost," Celes gestured around the Throne Room. At least twenty men with Doman markings laid upon the ground, most in a pool of their own blood. "I'm the winner, you can call me Celes." "Unhand me you demoness!" "What a delightful combination of arrogance and irritation," Celes had a cute smile upon her face as she strode through the blood-slickened carpet. "I don't suppose you give lessons? I have a feeling subjects really adore your voice." The King's expression was distorted by anger. "I am royalty! You will treat me with respect, you-" "What?" her spittle landed on the King's nose. "Demoness? No, you've already used that one. Witch? Nah, maybe something else that rhymes with it." "I demand to speak with your Emperor." "Denied." "You are a mere servant! You cannot speak to me this way!" Celes raised an eyebrow. "Why, of course. I forgot, I'm just a humble servant addressing a King." Her black gauntlet gestured to the men holding the King back. "You two, let His Majesty go." They did as they were told. "Better, your Highness?" she clasped her hands together, as if begging for forgiveness. "What do you want, Imperial?" the King of Doma straightened. Celes strode up to the arrogant ruler. "This." Her open palm struck the King across the cheek. He fell to the ground, blood seeping through the fingers that clutched his face. The pain had not yet dulled before Celes grabbed him by his fine silk collar. With a single arm, she lifted him to his knees. "Now that we both know our place, I'm going to ask you a question. You're going to answer honestly, or you'll discover that I have a very short temper." The King was too busy choking to respond. "Where is Alexander?" Still busy. With a sigh of frustration, Celes let go of the King's collar. "So damned inconvenient," she mumbled as the old man fell to the ground once more, gasping for air. "General," an officer approached her carefully. "We don't have much time for extraction." Celes sighed again. "I asked a question!" she shouted at the King. "Where's Alexander?" "I have no idea of what you spe-" Celes' boot caught him in the ribs. He keeled over. "One last chance," Celes towered over the King of Doma. As she raised her hand, a blade of ice appeared above her. "Where is Alexander?" "I don't know what you're talking about!" His long white hair had cascaded over his shoulders and his face was smeared with his own blood. The King of Doma raised his head and pleaded with the source of his suffering. "You're just a little girl," he whispered. "Please don't do this." The blade of ice shattered in the air above her. A thousand shards washed over her shocked expression. "You think I'm an idiot?" "No-" "You think," Celes strode up the steps to the throne. She freed her sword. "-I'm just a naive, slow-witted blonde plebe." "Celes, please!" the King begged. "Fine. You want me to believe that you, the King of Doma, didn't know that his ancestors have been hiding an Esper in this Kingdom since the War of the Magi? Do you swear on your life that you know nothing?" "I don't even know what an Esper is!" She raised her sword into the air. A dragon appeared in the space above them, covered with green scales but its wings were made of white, red and blue feathers. It's forked tongue flicked out. Lightning, fire, and ice blasted from its wingspan and tore Castle Doma apart. Walls exploded into a haze of smoke as lightning stripped the stone from its ancient foundations. A blizzard of ice engulfed the throne room while a wall of fire rippled away, devouring everything in its wake. A cloud of black smoke was all that remained of the western wing of Castle Doma. "That's an Esper," Celes remarked. She brushed the inch of snow off her leather armor. "And-" She spun around and glared at the floor just beneath the throne. Her hand exploded through the stone and with a cry of anger, Celes pulled something out of the ground. It was a beautiful, sparkling crystal larger than the hand that gripped it. Pulsating with warmth, they watched in awe as snow visibly melted off her black gauntlet. "You found it, General." Even as shapes appeared through the smoke to their west, a blade of ice as long as her arm appeared next to her hand. With a gesture, the King of Doma collapsed into the snow-covered ground. His head rolled away, blood staining the pure white snow. "I keep my promises," Celes stated coldly as she pocketed Alexander. She turned to greet the newcomers. -=- "My liege!" Cyan screamed. He charged forward along with two of his finest. A dozen shapes moved to intercept them but unfortunately, that was not enough to even slow Cyan. Men were shorn apart as the Knights of Doma slaughtered everything in their way, aided by a spray of bolts. Edgar dropped to his knees and reloaded his crossbow. Soldiers charged, only to meet a solid wall of metal as Domans arrived to protect him. He grinned with success as he raised his crossbow. "Terra?" Edgar was shocked to see her familiar, shapely self near the throne. Her blond hair bellowed out as a storm of ice erupted from her hands, striking Cyan and sending him flying backwards into fluffy snow. "Celes," Edgar corrected as he raised his bow. He held down the trigger. -=- "I said I need extraction now!" Celes shouted into her radio. She glanced worriedly at the walls facing the eastern wing of the castle. The noise coming from behind the stone was distinctly Imperial. A burst of static accompanied his voice, but it wasn't enough to cover his smugness. "You know General, that's pretty risky for my ship. I don't know..." Celes batted away one of the Doman men with her sword. "Fine, I'll double your pay!" she shouted as she decapitated the closest. "No, I'll triple it!" "You know, those are pretty good pot odds." He was definitely enjoying himself too much, Celes could almost see the amusement on his face. "That's poker, not blackjack!" she snapped in frustration. "Hey! Do I tell you how to general your soldiers?" "Dammit Setzer! Stop wasting time." "You know what I want." One of the knights was upon her now, and she barely dodged an angry swing of his blade. Her hand whipped out and blasted him with ice, but there were still too many. "Fine! One date, but no kissing!" "You keep telling yourself that, hon. I'll be there in a sec." Celes was of half the mind to break the radio when she sensed incredible danger. She spun around towards the west, only to scream out in pain as a bolt tore through her armor and into her ribs. She located the archer -- Edgar! -- but the spell died on her lips as five more bolts tore through her chest, her lungs filling up with blood as she breathed her last. Or that's what should have happened. He took two in the side as his sprawling body batted away the other three. Rolling through the snow-covered marble, he stopped face up and bleeding heavily. Celes' mouth dropped open. "Locke?" Gouts of fire blasted apart the eastern wall where he had came through. The shapes of Magitek Armors could be seen through the smoke. Celes cupped his cheek. His pupils were dilated and his breathing laboured. "I said I'd protect you," Locke muttered as his head lolled off to the side. The roof exploded inwards and rocks fell down upon them. A rope shot through the opening. The Magitek Armors were blasting apart her men and fast approaching through the smoke were a number of Imperial swordsmen. At their lead was a flatly-shaven head -- she was out of time. With a running start, Celes jumped through the air. Her foot slammed into the foothold and she grabbed onto the rope with one hand, sword in the other. "Gotta fly!" she winked at Edgar. Her blade batted away two more bolts as the rope reeled her into the sky. Before she vanished through the roof, she glanced back once more at his prone body. "Thank you, Locke." -------------------- Visions of Peace - Four Generals, One Empire, and the Returners caught in the middle. |
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Posted: 15th May 2007 02:40
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I HAVE A REQUEST.
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Posted: 15th May 2007 19:59
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You crazy,
This Locke really does appear to be the kind of chap who'd fight in the shade, demand Xerxes come and claim them, and refuse to forget it even if it was Sandford. -------------------- "Only the dead have seen the end of their quotes being misattributed to Plato." -George Santayana "The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here..." -Abraham Lincoln, prior to the discovery of Irony. |
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Posted: 16th May 2007 20:42
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I'll be honest.
I don't understand what either of you just said. ![]() -------------------- Visions of Peace - Four Generals, One Empire, and the Returners caught in the middle. |
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Posted: 17th May 2007 06:39
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I think L.Cully wants you to do more. I'm not sure though.
Del was referring to Frank Miller's 300 or it's movie adaptation. -------------------- "I fell off the mountain of words at around the 10,000ft mark. Tell my family...they owe me money." -Narratorway "If you retort against this, so help me God I'll shove any part of your anatomy I can find into some other part. Figuratively, of course." - Josh "We have more, can deliver tuesday." - Del S Good old CoN |
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Posted: 18th May 2007 09:22
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That is one highly enjoyable work of fiction.
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Posted: 18th May 2007 13:42
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Seconded.
Honestly, there's such great flow here. Not to mention detail. And you're entirely correct about everything falling into place a little too conveniently in the game. A little more dissension and treachery is just what the whole Celes/Terra fiasco needed, and you're pulling it off swimmingly. Now I'm off my ranting. Give us more! ![]() -------------------- You are not your username. You are not your avatar. You are not the number of posts you have. You're not your signature. You are the all-typing, all-chatting crap of the Web. --Friend of a Friend |
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Posted: 20th May 2007 03:41
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Quote (Lothar Goldfist @ 18th May 2007 09:42) Give us more! Yes milord. ![]() Less action than usual. So I pulled a 24. >.> Castle Doma Just guess. Edgar snapped loose another two bolts as Celes disappeared. Cursing his luck, he charged towards the Throne. He stumbled over a snow-covered corpse and fell fortuitously beside an unconscious Locke. His pulse was weak, but at least there was one. That was good news. "Drop your weapon and back away." Pikes were pointed in his face. Edgar lowered his crossbow and stood up with both hands raised. His heart sank as brown leather swarmed through the Throne Room. Celes' soldiers had been caught between two fires. Now they were dead and without interlopers, the Empire proper had defeated Doma with ease. Many of the Doman soldiers surrendered without ceremony the moment Magitek cannons were directed towards them. Others maintained resistance despite ten to one odds, but one of Cyan's knights had taken charge and ordered the stubborn to back down. "I am King Edgar of Figaro," Edgar addressed the men behind the pikes. "Your commander is probably looking for me." The soldiers exchanged nervous looks. "King Edgar, I am relieved to see you here," came a loud, confident voice. Alone in a sea of his defeated enemies stood a warrior triumphant. "General Christophe," Edgar recognized him immediately. Leo gestured at the hole in the roof. "I want to know who that was." "I wouldn't know." "But you do know, I can see it on your face. Why protect your enemy?" Leo strode up the stairs to the Throne. Edgar straightened. "Because-" "Die Imperial!" Sparks arced as swords collided -- Leo barely parried Cyan's snow-covered form. Soldiers moved to support their General, but Leo's hand was raised. Twice more did blades meet, Cyan's angry cries louder than the clash of metal. On the third strike, Leo drew close and struck Cyan across the face. The Doman Knight slipped and fell on his back. "You're angry at the lost of your liege, Sir Cyan," Leo held the tip of his sword against the Knight's neck. "For that, I will spare your life. But any further aggression and you will never return to your family." Cyan wiped the blood off his face. "You treacherous scoundrel. No better than Kefka, you broke the rules of war; I curse thee for eternity!" he spat. A lesser man might have moved to strike Cyan, if not slay the defeated knight where he stood. But this was Leo Christophe. "King Edgar," Leo turned away. "I asked a question. Goodwill deserves a response in kind; it would benefit you greatly to assist me." Edgar folded his arms. "Our negotiations were in their last stage, another week and this would be a bloodless victory. You broke your word; there's no reason to trust you." Leo had a sad look upon his face. Instead of speaking his mind as he commonly did, Leo deliberated his words carefully. His hesitation only confirmed Edgar's fear: there was no honour left within the Empire. "Captain, restrain the prisoners and prepare for transport," Leo decided at last. His eyes met Edgar's, regret upon his face. "Our Lord and Emperor shall determine their fate." Edgar closed his eyes in shame. He held his hands together as they bound his wrists. "Celes..." His heart sank. Edgar could turn his head, but that merely enabled him to watched impotently as Leo strolled up to the injured thief -- still upon his back and delirious from blood-loss. They conversed softly. Normally stone-faced, Leo's expression was first of disappointment, then of cautious scepticism, and finally of horrified realization. So it was that Edgar's last ace, the only trick he had left, was given away. At that moment, he knew that all hope was lost. The Empire had won. -=- All of Vector was awash with cheer. The Empire had been victorious; the barbarians of the north had been brought to their knees. That alone was cause for celebration but to see their champion return to the Imperial Capital, that was enough to incite riots. Drink flooded the streets of Vector. Man or woman, soldier or civilian, it did not matter. Everyone danced with joy as bards and minstrels sang ballads of heroism. The Victorious March North was already composed. Trumpets sounded as Leo entered the Imperial Palace, where he was greeted by a throng of the highest-ranking men and women from all corners of the Empire. Generals, governors, and nobles alike showered him with praise. He was beyond popular, for who could not love a victorious hero? Leo stood tall in the depths of the Imperial Palace as the Emperor himself praised his success. It was a long speech, one that Leo endured for he knew the particulars of politics. "-stand before you, Leo Christophe, General of Generals, and we are humbled in your presence. I say this not as Emperor, but as a son of Vector. The Empire is indebted to you. Your service shall be rewarded." Emperor Gestahl spread his arms and smiled at all those gathered in his Throne Room. "You shall have a Triumph!" Leo rose to embrace the Emperor as was tradition and the chamber erupted in applause. -=- It was deep into the night before Leo found time to speak with the Emperor alone. Upon the ramparts of the Imperial Palace, Gestahl welcomed Leo into his inner sanctum. "My liege," Leo dropped to one knee. "Enough of that," Gestahl's voice was bitter. "I tire of politics. What is so important that you must disturb my rest?" "I come with grave news. Your life is at risk, sire." "All our enemies are dead or imprisoned below," Gestahl chuckled softly as he gazed at the full moon. "Who remains?" Leo took a deep breath. "General Chere, sire." "What?" Gestahl spun around. "Is this your idea of a joke?" "Never." "Tread carefully, Leo," Gestahl stepped out of the moonlight and back into his chamber. He closed the gates before addressing the matter. "What is your evidence?" "A man named Locke Cole. He is a Returner-" "A Returner?" Gestahl hissed. "You would challenge the loyalty of a fellow general, Celes of all people, on the word of our enemy?" "My liege, he has assured me that she entered Narshe under false pretences; a violation of your orders! She was the one in command of the airship which struck Castle Doma, destroying the treaty that would have guaranteed us Doma's obedience." "I heard of your negotiations," Gestahl frowned disapprovingly. "Victory without blood, my liege. But the circumstances and evidence against her, as well as her airship, these things must be addressed!" "If it was indeed her," Gestahl growled. "My patience grows thin, even for you, Leo." "The Returner knew of the radio. He claims that Celes was speaking into such a device in order to escape my grasp. My men have verified that her airship abruptly changed course, just as my men prepared to capture the traitors-" "Your staff has confirmed that those men were traitors; deserters who would slay Celes rather than assist her." "But the radio, sire. How could a Returner have seen such a thing? Even I have only heard of it in passing, and certainly never seen it used. Yet Celes would have access." Gestahl nodded sagely. "This is a breach of security that cannot go unaddressed. But that alone does not prove anything, much less the treachery of one of my most trusted generals." "I have heard rumours that she has been missing for weeks at a time-" "And I have heard enough!" Gestahl interrupted with a stern rebuke. "I set foot in South Figaro to address this very matter, when news came that Celes had been stripped of her rank and imprisoned for treachery. Kefka kept her locked up in some revolting dungeon for months before my arrival, without any evidence for such a daring claim. Such arrogance! He will clean chocobo dung for the rest of his life!" Gestahl spat. "I have accompanied her for many weeks. I will tolerate this crusade no longer." "My liege," Leo bowed his head. "I... did not know." "Leo, you are my most valued commander. Your opinions I would never ignore but in this, I am disappointed. I had expected discretion on your part." Silence as he had erred, perhaps unforgivably so. "Your victory, I will not forget. This night however, we shall never speak of again. Now leave me." -=- A single eye opened. It was not yet time for his daily meal, but someone was coming. He could feel it in the air. "It's your lucky day, prisoner. You have a visitor." Though the chain did offer him slack, he did not care to move. After all, he had heard such a comment before, moments before steel batons beat him raw. The iron door was thrown open with such force that the stone walls trembled. A droplet of water released its hold on the rotting beams above, but he bent his head just far enough out of the way. It splattered beside his foot and scared away the rat happily munching on a grain of rice. "Hello, my hero." It was not her voice that scared him, but the fact that it was still so alluring. Locke shuddered, but raised his head nonetheless. Celes smiled sweetly. Locke moaned. "Here to torture me as well?" he rasped. "My dear," Celes' warm hand glided over his bruises and came to a rest at the hollow of his back. Her breath sent shivers down his spine. "I'm here to make you an offer you can't refuse." |
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Posted: 20th May 2007 14:10
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*Clock ticks out last few seconds of episode*
*Cue theme by Sean Callery* Alternative Universes are awesome. -------------------- "Only the dead have seen the end of their quotes being misattributed to Plato." -George Santayana "The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here..." -Abraham Lincoln, prior to the discovery of Irony. |
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Posted: 25th May 2007 02:37
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Imperial Palace, Vector
After the fall of Doma "Why should I trust you?" Connected to the iron collar about his neck was a chain that ran through the stone. It kept him secured to the wall, but there was just enough slack for him to turn his head. Locke abused the only privilege he had; the dungeon's cold embrace was preferable to Celes' charms. At least the former was honest. "My dear, you really have no choice," she whispered. Her hand left his bruised flesh. "I could always die." A moment passed before Locke realized a witty retort was not in the making. Curious, he turned his head. Celes was gone and the door to his cell still open. "Brilliant," Locke mumbled. She returned a minute later with two escorts. They carried for her a table and stool, as well as a fresh meal. If ever the smell of freshly roasted chicken could cause a man pain, this was it. Locke quickly discovered that willpower alone was not enough to quell the rebellious stomach and its intestinal lieutenants. "Cruel and unusual," Locke quipped when they were alone once more. "I'm hungry. I missed my meal today," Celes smiled sweetly before spreading butter over her potatoes. "So how's the not-Imperial business working for you? Instead of answering, Celes picked up a drumstick, winked, and then proceeded to take small, tantalizing bites. With each nibble, her tongue ran over her full, sensual lips. "Enough of this cliché," Locke snapped. A bead of sweat ran down his naked back. "You really think I'd fall for this?" "It's always about you, isn't it?" His trousers were soaked with sweat by the time Celes finished her meal. She wiped her hands clean and stood up. "Well, you're terrible company, but I'm feeling generous." Locke didn't care to answer. He had tried to hang himself on the iron collar, surrendering to the bliss of unconsciousness. Unfortunately, the Empire had spared no expense building this dungeon. Even with no strength in his legs, the shape of the wall supported him just enough so that death was impossible, yet still cause him excruciating pain. "So, how would you like your freedom?" "With a side of bacon," Locke deadpanned. "I'm offering you a chance. The Figaro brothers will endure and that Doman Knight is tougher than he looks, but Banon is old. He might not survive long enough to get executed." That got Locke's undivided attention. "Gestahl isn't going to kill us, we're too important-" "You Returners..." Celes sighed. "After Figaro's military collapses, the old man will have no more enemies. He'll execute all five of you at Leo's Triumph; think of the symbolism!" Celes spread her arms and twirled on her heel. "No more compromises, no more treaties, just the Empire." Suddenly, the air seemed very cold. "What do you want from me?" Locke gritted his teeth. "The old man's hidden a crystal in the Tzen Mountains. He thinks it's secret, so there should be no guards. I want you to bring it back to me and in return, I'll save you and your friends." "And how will you do that?" "Gestahl trusts me unreservedly. He'll do as I say," Celes folded her arms. "Remember Kefka, my dear?" Locke nodded. Maniacal joy danced in her eyes. A throaty, depraved laugh assaulted his ears. "For locking me up in South Figaro-" Locke scoffed at that. "-I had him... fixed." He adjusted his legs uncomfortably. Celes rolled her eyes. "I was talking about his magic." "Oh." Celes turned away. "You have five weeks to get back here, or else the deal's off," she remarked with a wave of the hand. "What? That's barely enough time to-" "Have fun!" she winked before slamming the iron door shut. "But...!" Locke's questions died on his lips. He tested his chains once more. "How am I supposed to get out?" he screamed. His only response was her fading footsteps. -=- Solid rock, again. Roaring in anger, he bashed it with his shovel only to have bits of dung fly up into his face. "How dare that old man do this to me!" Kefka threw the shovel aside. He glared around the empty stables and pointed at one of the many chocobos sleeping peacefully. "Don't you look at me like that," he stamped his foot down into dirt that was far too soft to be just dirt. "That's it! You're at the top of my list now." Before he could retrieve his shovel, Kefka's ears perked up to the sound of footsteps. He snuck around to the other side of the stable. Escorted by two bodyguards, Celes was walking away from the dungeons. A carefree smile was on her face. Kefka's eyes narrowed suspiciously. He tiptoed after her. -=- The pub was still full despite how deep into the night it was. No surprise, this was Vector. All the benefits of civilization meant day or night, ale would still be fresh and chilled. Celes' two escorts were sitting at another table while she nursed her mug at the bar. It had been warm for quite a while now and she had heard the bard's song twice already. "General." She resisted the instinct to jerk aside; he was seated beside her. His dark cloak and hooded face would have stood out, but at this time of night, there were two others dressed like him. "You're late," Celes snapped. "Prudence is necessary." "And what did you find, mercenary?" When he had ordered, Celes did not know, but Shadow chose to drink his ale first. "He's in Zozo. I marked his location on the map." "Map?" "Inner pocket on your left." Celes' face went red when she felt the folded parchment in her cloak. "Why didn't you retrieve him like we agreed?" she growled in frustration. "You didn't pay me to do that," Shadow finished his ale. "My job is done here." "Sit back down," Celes ordered. "How much do you want?" "Ten times the usual." "Done," Celes sighed with relief. "He's not to be harmed. I want him transported to Maranda-" "Now why would an Imperial General pay so much to kidnap a humble elder from a place like Zozo?" Celes glared at Shadow but could read nothing in his eyes. "Curiosity is unbefitting of a mercenary." "And deceit unlike a general; especially one so ambitious, yet cast out of the spotlight by another." "He deserves it. Doma, Figaro, and the Returners in a single stroke. What masterful luck." The wrinkles around Shadow's eyes deepened. "An odd choice of words." "I'll double your pay if you just shut up and do your job," Celes growled, thoroughly unnerved by his unusual audacity. She took a swig of her warm ale and grimaced. "You've worked for me long enough to know all I care about is-" "I decline, Lady General." "What?" Celes turned to berate him once more. The stool was empty. -=- Kefka watched Celes leave in a huff. Hidden in the darkness of the corner, he cackled softly before he downed the rest of his mug. "I was never here." Kefka stiffened. He could feel the presence behind him, though the steel point held against his neck was also a good indicator. "Didn't see you at all," he recovered with a good-natured grin. "Nothing here but us drunks." "Good." As his words faded away, so too did his presence. Kefka chuckled. He raised his hand. "Another round!" -=- The morning rays of a grey dawn filtered through the windows and over her bed. Normally it would have woken her, but she was already seated with a half-chewed pencil in her mouth. "You'll also take the 2nd Airborne as reinforcement, they'll offer all the support you'll need." "Just one mechanized squadron would be more than enough," the scruffy officer replied confidently. "Well, I want that nest of criminals obliterated before Figaro falls," Celes tossed her pencil into a glass of cold tea. "The Emperor's going to get a surprise at Leo's Triumph: the whole of the world under Imperial authority. You can do that, right Colonel?" "Zozo wouldn't last against a single strike force. With five times that number and the army, I'll guarantee their leaders' heads at your door before the month ends." Celes smiled. "That would ruin the surprise. Just dispose of them normally... but I do have one special request." "Sir?" Celes handed over Shadow's map. "There is an old man hiding at the top of this building. I want him before me, unharmed." "I'll ensure it personally," the officer crisply saluted. "Thank you, Colonel Sandford. Dismissed." Celes sighed with relief after the officer left. It had been a long night and she was tired. With her feet resting atop her desk, she closed her eyes for a moment. The thumping at her door woke her up. "Come in," Celes yawned. "Long night?" Even drowsiness fled from this enemy, Celes was instantly attentive as Leo stepped into her quarters. "What might the Hero of the Empire want so early in the morning?" Leo leaned against the metal wall. "It's afternoon." "Oh? Time passes so quickly." "Last night, the prison was attacked and an entire wing of prisoners freed. You slept through a hectic morning." Celes pursed her lips. "Terrible news. I guess it's a good thing you're back," she laughed. "Stop looking so grim, Leo, they're just criminals. You act like the Empire's about to collapse or something. Remember? You defeated all our enemies." "Try to act like a General for once," Leo growled. "I'll be watching you." He left her room, threat delivered. They both knew that their conversation had not been about professionalism. Leo knew, or at least suspected, that she was acting of her own accord. But this was no friendly hint; this was a declaration of war. Celes raised her glass in mockery. "Enjoy your Triumph, Leo," she smirked. "I know I will." -------------------- Visions of Peace - Four Generals, One Empire, and the Returners caught in the middle. |
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Posted: 25th May 2007 04:35
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AU Celes = Awesome evil.
Quote "-I had him... fixed." He adjusted his legs uncomfortably. Carpe Testiculum! ![]() This post has been edited by Del S on 25th May 2007 04:36 -------------------- "Only the dead have seen the end of their quotes being misattributed to Plato." -George Santayana "The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here..." -Abraham Lincoln, prior to the discovery of Irony. |
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The best is still to come for AU Celes.
![]() Magitek Labs, Vector After the fall of Figaro "Celes! What brings you all the way down here?" "Cid," Celes embraced the yellow-coated professor. "It's good to see you again, I really missed you," she held him just long enough for his cheeks to go cherry-red. "I don't suppose Leo's here?" "I hope not!" he scratched his head nervously. "Generals don't show up unannounced." "Can't I come down here for something other than business?" Celes clasped her hands together. "Say, to see my favourite scientist?" His face burned even more. "Celes, I'm... overwhelmed." The pair strode through the deepest levels of the Magitek Labs, Celes with a slight hop to her steps. She gestured at the tubes of liquid surrounding them. "Are all of them drained? They look terrible." A sigh. "On the verge of death, actually. There's not much I can do; it's not like I can release them and let them heal on their own. If they didn't kill us leaving, the Emperor would have my head." Celes pretended to pout. "And here I was, hoping for one that wasn't so pathetic." "What would be the use of that?" "Didn't you hear? The Figarian Navy finally surrendered." "We don't exactly get news from around the world down here," Cid gestured at all the pale scientists busy studying their subjects. "Some days, I don't even see the sun." "Well the Triumph's scheduled for Leo now, but I wanted to present Emperor Gestahl with a present for that celebration." "Oh?" Cid was genuinely curious. Celes placed a finger on her lip. "Well, I thought we could show how great the Empire is, and how far Magitek has gone. We could take one of the Espers in its prime and drain them in a single shot. He'd love to see it in action." "Hmm, well that's certainly possible. Seems like a waste... but I could probably hook up-" Celes waited patiently as Cid vanished into his own world. He babbled on and on about technology, but she knew that her gamble had paid off. "-would be really easy. We'd have to do the pair together though, but-" "Pair?" Celes echoed. Cid nodded. "Yes, there's two that we haven't bothered with yet. Being opposing elements, it-" "Two?" Celes' eyes widened. She couldn't believe her luck. "That's great!" she hugged Cid tightly once more. Cid laughed. "The Emperor will get quite the show. He's lucky to have you caring for him so much." "Not as lucky as I am to have you," Celes grinned. "This will be the best surprise ever! Let's keep it a secret just between us." Cid gazed at his feet timidly, clearly embarrassed from all the attention. "Anything for you," he mumbled. -=- "Celes!" His voice irritated her more with each passing day. Taking a deep breath, Celes turned back towards the Magitek Factory. "Leo! And here I thought you were sick; I haven't seen you for nearly three hours." "What were you doing in there?" "Paperwork, you wouldn't be interested," Celes kept up her disgusting bubbly-sweet routine. Leo had been spying on her for weeks and although there was nothing to fear, it was certainly annoying. "I spoke with Professor Cid about his research." "Of course. You were determining how the Returner found out about the radio." Celes was taken aback. "What are you talking about?" "The Emperor and I discussed what the Returners saw aboard the airship in Doma. I assume he asked you to look into how those prototypes fell into the hands of lowly deserters. After all, they were your men once." Ignoring the slight was easy, but Celes' heart began to race. "No, the Emperor didn't ask me," she answered truthfully. "Curious," Leo did not sound like he was. "It is your purview." Celes felt a chill run down her back. She glared at Leo, irritated by his tests. "What have you done?" "I told him you are a traitor." And he believes me, was the implicit continuation. Celes maintained her best poker face -- for the first time, she was glad she knew Setzer -- while her mind spun. She had to tread carefully here; Leo was naive, but that only made him a deadlier opponent. Her every reaction was being judged. But Gestahl had not moved against her. Leo was also accusing her under broad daylight, alone without bodyguards. Of course. "Leo, I held you in higher esteem than this. Telling the Emperor without a shred of evidence must've damaged your credibility," Celes remarked casually. The muscle beneath his eye twitched just the slightest. "I look up to you, everyone does," Celes continued with growing confidence. "I would never have put you on the same level as Kefka. Why would you say such hurtful things about me? I thought we were friends..." "You seem awfully confident considering the weight of my allegation," Leo reprimanded sternly. "Others would defend themselves rather than act with such arrogant indignation." Celes ignored the impulse to gut him, smiling sweetly instead. "Why would I defend myself? This is just a grasp for power. The Emperor's already proven he'll stop these political games; look at how he saved me from Kefka. And more importantly, I'm not a traitor, so there's nothing to defend." His finger was inches from her nose. "You are a traitor," Leo judged. "And I swear your life will be a short one." Celes watched him strut away like pompous minion he was. Nothing more than empty threats, she knew he would not move openly again until he had evidence. And then it would be too late. -=- It was the day of the Triumph and Vector was overflowing with citizens partying. Edgar could smell the ale flowing like water and hear music drowning out the world. It was not the way he thought he would die. "Stop it. Show some dignity." Edgar sighed as Sabin continued to struggle against the chains. They were surrounded by over a hundred soldiers, men that Edgar was thankful for. They alone held back the tide of angry, vile Imperial citizens. Yet his brother was trying to free himself, a course of action that was just as sure to lead to their demise. One of the guards had noticed Sabin. An angry scowl came from the imposing soldier, his long white hair barely contained by his brown helmet. It made him look ready to burst at any second. "Sabin," Edgar snapped again. "Leave him be," Banon declared. The four men were chained together and Banon was on the far side of the two bickering brothers. "You should find peace with your family. Remember? We're all about to be executed." "Not all of us," Cyan remarked bitterly. After their capture, Sabin had been adamant that Locke fought heroically against Leo's personal guard. Cyan's disagreement was equally vehement. To imagine Locke had been thrown into a flurry of bolts and serendipitously saved Celes, it was a dubious story to say the least. And of the five captured, only four were being paraded through Vector to their executions. "He didn't sell us out," Sabin defended his comrade at arms. Edgar wasn't so sure. The Imperial Palace loomed before them. Perhaps another hour in the parade enduring the scorn of thousands, and then their lives would be over. Then he saw her. Celes. "Cyan, look." "The witch," the Doman Knight hissed. "In the open as the Imperial General she is; your friend is worse than a liar, he betrayed us all." Edgar was about to respond when Celes disappeared back into the crowd. Following her shape -- already difficult to track amidst a crowd of thousands -- was a shadow he had endured many times. Kefka. "I have a plan," Edgar declared. -=- Within the Imperial Palace, Leo waited patiently as the nobles continued to shower him with praise. Everyone of note was here now, even the Generals that had been on campaigns when he had last returned. He recognized many of his former friends, officers that promoted him or those he had raised in turn. All three provinces were represented, as were the eldest houses of the Imperial Core. It should have been a day of celebration, but Leo was worried about Celes. She alone was missing from the throng inside the Imperial Palace, the Imperial Special Forces commander and well-known Magitek Knight. Leo broke away from the sycophantic nobles. Disgusted with everything, he exited the palace and stood before the great stairway. Below, executioners sharpened their axes while the whole of the Imperial Guard marched in orderly ranks. It seemed every soldier near Vector was gathered outside; heightened security to protect the many important guests inside the palace. So why was he so nervous? Leo sighed. Perhaps it was shame: he had never desired King Edgar's execution, and Sir Cyan was only a loyal servant of the dead Doman King. He might never sleep soundly again. "General." Leo spun around. "Staff Sergeant?" "Sir, I know it's a bad time and-" "What's the matter?" Leo interrupted his trusted aide. "Cid is dead, sir." "No," Leo inhaled sharply. "And the factory?" "Intact. We have a squad combing the facility, but it'll be tomorrow before we can audit and discover if anything was stolen. Perhaps we can reassign your personal reserves? All manpower is gathered out there, even the palace guard," the Staff Sergeant pointed at the execution stage. A shiver ran down his spine. "Oh no." "Sir?" "Celes," Leo hissed. "We must protect the Emperor!" -------------------- Visions of Peace - Four Generals, One Empire, and the Returners caught in the middle. |
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Posted: 27th May 2007 14:49
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And here we go, something that ended up exploding up to about 3000 words. Not happy with that, I axed, rewrote, and axed again until it was half of that. Hopefully the effort was worth it and not too much was lost.
Edit May 30th - Added a bit to smooth out the ending. Vector The Day of the Triumph The lights went out. Surprised, but not unprepared, torches sparked alive and illuminated Leo's imposing frame. A scant twenty soldiers had accompanied him to the Imperial Throne Room, and they all watched the shadows apprehensively. "Sir..." "Deserted," Leo eased their worries. "Sergeant, take two men and secure the area. The rest with me, we must succour our liege." Leo sheathed his sword and took a torch of his own. He led the way back through the dark corridors of the palace. The flames of their torches reflected off the metallic walls, but did little to pierce the gloom. "No lights anywhere," someone complained before being hushed by his peers. Leo would not fault his men, not at such a time. Celes was merely taking advantage of their foolishness, securing the palace by focusing on the walls at the expense of the interior. The Imperial Guard had failed their primary objective. "Sir," a pair of fleet-footed men appeared out of the shadows. "The Emperor's in his quarters." Leo gritted his teeth. "Then she'll be there." "No signs ye-" The palace rumbled for a moment, but that was enough for the General. Lightning ran down the length of Leo's sword, metal and thunder announcing his intentions. "To the Emperor!" They charged down the pitch-black halls with reckless abandon, half a century of soldiers armed to the teeth. As cold metal floors gave way to soft velvet, Leo held up a hand. The formation was assumed in an instant, line upon line of shield and blade spanning wall to wall. Faint sunlight filtered through cracks in the ceiling as they neared Celes' personal quarters. Walls were reduced to piles of rubble and the smell of burnt flesh hung in the air. Three shapes hovered over a fourth, pinned to the ground by steel through her legs. "We have her." -=- Sabin glanced around nervously. The gates of the Imperial Palace drew closer -- masked executioners and brown leather innumerable awaited them as scores of cheering citizens awaiting their deaths. "You know bro, I hope this plan of yours comes together soon." "Hey! Keep it down or else," snapped a white-haired, yet youthful, guard. "Or else what?" Sabin goaded. "You'll kill us faster?" The guard's wink caught him by surprise. He was stunned speechless. "Sabin, on your left!" Edgar hissed. He looked the other way. Standing in the shadow of a secluded alley, holding the hands of children just in front of her, was Celes. -=- "General! What's this?" Gestahl's face was red from more than the torchlight. He broke past his personal guards and an entourage of portly nobles. Leo directed men into the adjacent rooms. "My liege, Celes-" "Her again?" Leo's response was to stride through the walls of men imprisoning Celes, but his smile faded when he saw her timid form; even her hands were trembling. At his command, one of the men grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up. The prisoner certainly looked like her, but that was it. There was no defiance, no scorn, not even contempt. "You're not Celes," Leo whispered. Tears ran down her face as she gazed at him in awe. She nodded gingerly. His assessment came too late, Leo heard the screams from the adjacent room. Metal clanged as dozens turned to face the new threat. "Reveal yourselves!" Gestahl ordered from beside Leo. Steam rose from the hair of the woman as she pulled off her hood. Underneath the torchlight, her blue-hued skin seemed demonic, and a chilly mist swept past her feet and into the rows of Imperial soldiers. Gestahl's eyes narrowed. "You." Dozens of soldiers clutched at their throats in vain as thousands of fine, icy fragments shredded their insides. Blood bubbled out of their mouths as they collapsed; their dying breaths wholly agonizing. With a cry of anguish, lightning erupted from Leo's sword as he charged into the mist. Those still standing joined him -- a final defiant stand -- while rippling strands of electricity tore the metallic walls apart and slammed into both figures. But the second man raised his cane and impossibly, the lightning twisted back towards Leo. -=- "They are both there," came a hot, fiery voice that reverberated through her mind. "She sees them." Celes' smile grew wider. She let the kids go -- to their great disappointment -- and stepped into the shadows of the alley. Her hand clutched around a glistening crystal hidden within her cloak, its perfection marred by a crack running down its center. "Then as I promised, it's time for you to reunite with your old friend." The crystal began to heat up. -=- Unlike the thousands, Edgar was not watching as Banon was led to his execution. Instead, he was ticking down the seconds. And then the ground suddenly slammed into Edgar's back. He moaned in pain as waves of heat washed over him. Edgar stumbled to his feet. An inferno had engulfed the Imperial Palace, stone and metal melting as fireballs rose into the sky. Those upon the stairs disappeared in flickers of white flame. "Great job Edgar!" someone screamed in his ear. Edgar snapped out of his trance. The guards around them were unconscious; not just from the explosion, judging from the looks on both Sabin and Cyan's faces. The rest of the courtyard was a stampede of thousands upon thousands of drunken, panicky civilians fled the intensifying blaze. Even the military could not hold back that tide. "Let's go!" It was the white-haired guard from before. "Who?" "Returner! Here to save you!" the man gestured to the stage, where Banon was being led away by a pudgy soldier. Another cluster of explosions sent them diving to the ground. Flaming debris rained down as fierce heat burned their skin, even from this distance. "Nice job bro!" Sabin congratulated. Instead of arguing, Edgar looked back at the palace. It was melting into a sea of molten lava as thick plumes of black smoke rose into the sky. Hovering above the inferno was a red-feathered bird, its wings tipped with flame, as a column of fire arced over it. "An escape route's already prepared," the white-haired guard yelled. "Follow me!" -=- Celes led a dozen of her most trusted soldiers towards the Imperial Palace. Her sword was out and she struck down two gangly fools too stupid to make way for her. The Imperial Palace was nothing more than a molten pool and the air in the courtyard was not just shimmering with heat, it was undulating back and forth like waves of an ocean. Even the walls were beginning to melt and they could stand against Magitek. Nothing could survive that. "Where's the Emperor?" she halted before the courtyard. "Who's responsible for this?" Something stirred at her feet. A soldier, his face burned off by the intense flames, pointed at the execution stage. "Returners," someone growled over her shoulder. The rest of the military had arrived now, small groups of her black-leather Special Forces as well as hundreds of the Imperial Guard. Some two-dozen Magitek Armors had gathered and judging by the rumbling ground, dozens more were storming through the streets of Vector. All eyes were now on the general standing beneath the Imperial Gates, behind her the still blazing remains of their leaders. "Major Collins, I want Vector cordoned off and the Returners killed on sight. Prepare teams to enter the palace-" "We can't even get past the walls!" "Then get Armors!" Celes snapped, acting her part. "We must find the Emperor!" "General Chere," an older soldier wearing the black-trimmed leather of the Imperial Guard approached her. "The Emperor is dead." "That's treason, Colonel," Celes hissed at the unexpected opposition. "The Emperor is dead! As ranking officer, you must take command!" A murmur rippled through the men, but this was better than Celes had ever hoped. This was no subordinate, but a high-ranking officer that she had no legitimate command over. That the Imperial Guard had just delegated her with supreme power was telling enough. "Just until we find the Emperor," Celes acted reluctant and stubborn. "Until we find the Emperor," saluted an officer too experienced to argue. This moment, the one that would forever mark her ascension to the Throne, was interrupted by a laugh Celes had never imagined she would hear again. His condescending little chuckle, offensive and effeminate, echoed through the disaster-stricken streets of Vector. "What an act!" Kefka sat atop a wagon on its side, applauding while he laughed. "You?" Celes groaned. "What stagecraft! Such drama! I almost believed it too." "I don't have the time for this, Major Collins, arrest him. We'll let the Emperor decide his fate." Silence. "Major." Kefka chuckled. "Major. Be a good little boy." Celes spun around, a spell on her lips, just as the blow caught her across the face. Ignoring the taste of blood, she tripped Collins and went for her sword. Stars exploded in her vision as something smashed into the back of her head. Traitors, all of them, but there was little time to think as she fended off their mailed gauntlets. Her fist dislocated one's jaw and with lethal precision, her steel-toed boot ensured another would never have children. The hilt of a sword drove the wind out of her gut, but forcing her to double over worked against them. Celes drew her knife in a flash, blood splattering across her cheek when steel opened flesh. Overwhelmed, her knife clattered to the ground as her arm was brutally twisted. She finally cried out in pain. Kefka laughed and laughed. As she pitched forward, blows rained down without mercy. A vicious shot to the chin sent her crashing to the ground. And still he laughed. This post has been edited by Elessar on 31st May 2007 03:36 |
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Posted: 29th May 2007 05:27
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Kefka 1, everything else 0
Quite a revolutionary chapter... -------------------- "Only the dead have seen the end of their quotes being misattributed to Plato." -George Santayana "The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here..." -Abraham Lincoln, prior to the discovery of Irony. |
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Posted: 2nd June 2007 01:54
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Ah... this one was fun.
Vector The Day of the Triumph Edgar could still hear the chaos as they were pulled out of the sewers of Vector. The uproar was just as before, but stricken with terror and malevolence. An angry red glow came from the center of the city; the scorching blaze of the Imperial Palace's funeral pyre. "That way," the portly man pointed across the sky-bridges. They hurried along the narrow street, ignored by those huddled in the alcoves. Edgar glared at the pair skeptically. "Name's Wedge," the white-haired man offered. "He's Biggs." Edgar saw Banon shrug. "Those aren't your real names, are they?" "No offence," Wedge answered as they crossed the bridge. "But it's safer this way." Cyan's expression soured even more than usual. Edgar was just as suspicious, but they needed the two men to escape. "How do we leave?" "By chocobo. We've made arrangements at a stable and with the palace blazing, you'll have no problems leaving the city," Wedge pointed down the street past a cluster of houses. An explosion roared throughout Vector, causing Edgar to turn back. Even with sky-high buildings in the way, he could see fireballs engulfing another hideous demon. It was not the bird, but some sort of horned beast. Turning around, he smacked into Locke. Edgar dove to the cobblestone as Locke hopped over, the two men swearing at each other as they fought for balance. Edgar barely succeeded, only to see Cyan draw his stolen blade. "You traitorous dog-" Locke slid around the legs of the rotund Biggs. In a flash, his blade was pressed to the portly man's throat. "Who are you?" he screamed wildly. With a wrinkled brow, Edgar realized that Locke was not threatening them; those beady eyes were on Wedge. "Locke, calm down!" Sabin had gotten in Cyan's way. "Those guys are Returners-" "No they aren't!" Locke snapped. "I know this one," his blade pressed closer to Biggs' throat. "He ambushed me and killed Maria!" "Maria?" Edgar echoed. "The opera singer! The one that looks like Celes!" Edgar exchanged a concerned look with Banon, who decided to step in. "Locke, we've known each other for years. This isn't the time, we need to get away from the Empire." Locke eyes darted to Wedge. "Stop that!" Wedge froze in the middle of reaching into his leather vest. "Buddy, you're insane. We just saved your friends' lives." "You two are working for her, I know it." "Hypocritical words, traitor," Cyan was trying to force his way past Sabin. "What, me? I almost died trying to save your lives! All of a sudden, hell decides to claim the Empire and I'm scrambling to find needles in a burning haystack-" "Where were you anyways?" "Edgar? You're questioning me? What about these two?" "What about them? They just saved us!" His knife pressed even harder against Biggs' skin. "You don't even know who they are and you still trust them?" "Locke, Edgar," Banon's voice was soothingly calm. "We can discuss this later. The Empire will be coming after us." Reminded of the imminent threat, Edgar's heart began to race. "Locke, let Biggs go. Once we're at the safe house-" "Forget it! I'm going back to spit on Gestahl's body." "Locke-" "You guys are alive, that's all that matters," Locke pulled Biggs with him as he retreated. "If you're not going to believe me, fine, your funeral. I'm going to make sure the old man's dead, once and for all." "Revenge isn't worth your life, Locke!" Edgar shouted. "You need to let her go!" "Really?" Locke pushed Biggs forward just as Cyan charged. "Why don't you try it sometime!" Cyan threw Biggs out of his way and ran after Locke. Edgar followed, but the pair skidded to a halt when they saw the empty alleyway. "He's gone." "And so must we," Banon noted. -=- The further they ran, the more confounded the situation became. His sense of uneasiness had brought him alongside of Cyan, staying far away from Biggs and Wedge. There was just something wrong about... everything. And then a chill ran down his back. "Wedge," Edgar gestured at the second sun behind them. "Back there, why'd you tell me I did a great job?" The Returner had removed his helmet, white-hair sparkling behind him as they sprinted. "I don't remember what I said. The explosions were a huge shock. I thought I was dead for a moment." "I remember exactly what you did: you congratulated me." "That was me," Sabin pointed out. "I thought this was all your plan?" "Not in the slightest!" Edgar snapped. "But you-" he pointed at Wedge, "-screamed great job." "I don't remember... and watch where you're running," Wedge kept his eyes on the road ahead. Edgar skidded to a stop. "No, I think I've had enough. Cyan, these two areworking for Celes." Sabin might have argued, but Cyan had unhesitatingly served royalty for a lifetime. Without a question, Cyan's blade was between the four of them and the pair of interlopers. "Did some of Locke's craziness rub off on you?" Wedge's eyes watched the tip of Cyan's sword. "We saved-" "This was Celes' plan all along," Edgar deduced. "You two screamed loud enough to make sure everyone thinks it's my plan, that the Returners were responsible for annihilating the Empire's gathered leadership!" "That's quite a leap in logic," Banon remarked. "But I've never heard of either of them." "And Locke said you killed a girl he was protecting," Sabin glared. "There's no escape plan. Celes wants the scapegoats dead so we'll never talk," Edgar accused. Biggs' eyes darted down the road. Edgar followed. "Oh shit." It was a mob; thousands of Imperial civilians armed with tools of their trade. "Returners!" "They killed the Emperor!" "They slaughtered General Leo!" "Kill them all!" Biggs and Wedge both slapped on their helmets. "Well it's been fun," Wedge grinned. "But it's time to cash out while we're ahead." Cyan darted forward, but the two men were already on the run for their supporting crowd. "Now what?" Sabin gestured at the narrow street. Buildings hemmed them in on both sides. "Now we die with honour," Cyan faced the massive crowd. His blade glinted under the sunlight. Sabin stood next to Cyan, the two men in the center of the road. "Right beside you." "I've already made my peace," Banon leaned against a door. He jumped aside when it opened. "I hear words of defeat." Edgar's mouth dropped. "Shadow?" The dark cloaked man gestured at the gloom behind him. "Your passage has already been bartered. Save the heroism for another day." Cyan glowered suspiciously, but Sabin cheerily followed Shadow. The three men shrugged. They had left nothing to lose. -=- Her hearing was the first thing that came back. She forced her eyes closed while her blood simmered with rage. "I run things, Colonel," Kefka's unmistakable voice assaulted her ears. "Now kill her, or get out of my way!" "Bind her," it was the Imperial Guardsman. "Her trial-" "Trial?" Kefka hissed. "Trial," the Colonel stood his ground. "And restrain her magic." "Sir, General Christophe ordered everyone with even the slightest training in-" "Right, the palace," an exasperated sigh. "Just make sure she's unconscious, and tighten that gag!" Even the Imperial Guard had thrown in their lot with Kefka. So be it. Celes' eyes snapped open. The gag around her mouth was choking her, but her eyes locked with the Colonel's. His horrified gasp was the last of his life. Bits of grey matter splattered across Kefka's face as men's skulls exploded. Those holding onto Celes found sapphire flames devouring their flesh clean off the bone. They died staring at their own exposed skeleton. The ropes around her wrists shattered as soldiers charged. She spat out her gag. "Insects." A wave of her hand and their bodies splattered against unyielding brick. She sneered as she twirled around, taking the time to point at each individual soldier as a beam of blue light shot forth. With each blast, another of her most-trusted soldiers shattered into a thousand pieces of flash-frozen flesh. Major Collins was last, and she had something special for him. Forgiveness. He whirled through the air and rammed through the side of a wagon. Though his limbs were twisted like a pretzel, he alone would live. A blast of crimson inferno tore past her and burned through a building. Magitek Armors towered above, cannons flaring to life as blast after blast of elemental magic bore down on her lithe figure. The runes of her blade shimmered. Her skin was white as she willed the Armors out of existence. They crumpled, exploded, or vaporized into thin air, all while dozens of their brothers belched forth energy to level mountains. Soon nothing but blinding crimson light surrounded her, like the center of the sun and just as hot. Her eyes glowed with the magic they threw at her. With a scream, it was over. Mist rose from the corpses of the army that opposed her. Armors or soldiers, their shadows were forever frozen into the surrounding buildings. She smiled at the icicles hanging off their frosted faces. "You are so violent." Celes glared at Kefka, the coward resurfacing at last. "So you did survive." Kefka's chuckle irritated her. She gestured, but nothing happened. "Huh... was that it?" Celes laughed back at him. Her hand rose to the heavens. A building undulated into existence behind her, twin armored towers slanted with a great maw in between. It moved, eyes of the purest white light surrounded by blessed white and red armor. Holy energy gathered, brighter than even the blaze of the palace. It shrieked in horror as star-speckled darkness washed over it, swallowing the Esper alive. Celes spun around, chills running down her back as she recognized the shape appearing out of the inferno. He strode through the oceans of fire without a care. "Gestahl." The Emperor stopped beneath the frame of the Imperial Gates. "I'm disappointed in you, Celes." He tossed an old, twisted cane to the ground. "So very disappointed." -------------------- Visions of Peace - Four Generals, One Empire, and the Returners caught in the middle. |
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Posted: 7th June 2007 02:27
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Chapter the Tenth - The Duel
The Imperial Palace was a molten sea of lava and even the flawless black stone of its walls were beginning to melt. However, that inferno was nothing compared to the rage simmering beneath Celes. Emperor Gestahl looked unharmed, having miraculously walked out of the fires of hell. His layers of silk robes were intact, as was the finely groomed white beard that ran halfway down his chest. Not even a flake of ash could be seen upon his royal clothes. Celes sneered at Kefka. The snivelling coward stood his ground for once, a smile on his face that irritated her to the very core. She responded with a confident grin. "Of course." A burst of blue light struck Kefka, and as quickly as the spell had blasted from her finger, so too did it shatter upon a thin green aura about him. "You knew all along," Celes accused Gestahl with frigid glare. "I suspected," the Emperor sighed. "I truly wanted to believe in you, Celes -- you are like a daughter to me -- but you have betrayed my every confidence." Celes folded her arms. "When?" her icy voice demanded. "I grew more confident as time passed, more and more details that stuck out as unlike you. But when Leo made his accusations, that was when I knew without a doubt. He was a fine general, loyal to a fault, but we both knew he was a gullible one. That he would say such things," Gestahl's hooded eyes lowered to the steaming ground. "I will miss him." "You heartless bastard. If you cared, why'd you wait so many weeks?" Celes demanded. "Leo confessed ages ago." Gestahl's chuckle was low and in many ways, more condescending than even Kefka's. "You're a smart one, Celes. I raised you to be nothing less." She scoffed. "So you wanted those bootlickers gone just as much as I did." "You outperformed my every expectation," Gestahl smiled with a hint of pride. "I watched your plan unfold and really, I am impressed. The Returners were a masterstroke, I have no doubt you had your hand behind that affair as well. You slaughtered potential enemies wholesale and twisted the chaos to your benefit. Unfortunately, you made one critical error." Celes glared at her only mistake. "Now I have complete authority. No more politics, petty scheming or even dissent. Never again will I have to host banquets to convince my own generals to follow me; you saw to that. I should thank you." "So now all you have left is him?" Celes pointed at Kefka. "He never betrayed me." Celes laughed. "Old man, this is why you're unfit to rule. Putting the army in the hands of a clown like him-" "Why you miserable blockhead!" Kefka snapped. "-makes you the biggest fool of all." Gestahl straightened, his imposing stature magnified by the blood-red silks that cloaked him. "It's over, Celes. Even with all your scheming, do you really think slaughtering your own men, the Imperial Guard, and summoning an Esper will endear you to the people? My people?" "Yeah, that was a good play," Celes' skin turned pale. "Only one problem, old man." "What, child?" From between her hands sparked a spiralling blue flame. Celes spun around, an unholy wave of blue inferno blasting forth and engulfing Kefka where he stood. A shockwave threatened to tear her off her feet as light shot into the sky, mixing with the thick swirling dark clouds. Wave after wave of icy stones battered the ground as a blizzard swallowed Vector whole. "You can't kill me." Out of the corner of her eye, Celes saw Kefka dash aside. No matter, he was insignificant in comparison to... Red silk fell off his arms and fell into fresh snow. Gestahl was not a small man; he maintained the shape of the fighting general he once was. Muscles rippled as the Emperor flexed. He sneered. Snow evaporated into a fine mist as an inferno flared through the Emperor. It rose into the sky, a wall of liquid flame that came crashing down. Celes' eyes glowed with power. Come to me, she commanded. Spikes exploded through the waterfall of hell, icicles as large as Armors ripping through the ground as they bore down upon Gestahl. Air wavered with heat as hellfire licked at Celes' arms, liquid flames splattering off the frosty cobblestone. Steam turned to ice in mid-air as the blizzard intensified. A column of fire tunnelled through the waves of snow, breaking upon a thin yellow shell encompassing Celes. Through the space it left behind, Gestahl's laughter beckoned. The runes woven into her blade glowed with a bright blue aura. A cluster of flying icicles forced Gestahl to the ground. And then Celes was upon him. -=- Lungs burned with every gasp, his muscles threatened to seize up as his feet nearly pounded through the thin floorboards. With a cry, Locke kicked open a flimsy wooden door. A fireball spiralled through the window. He slammed the door shut as glass exploded, diving just out of the way as the door blew off its hinges. Flames licked at his rear as he took off once more. The building was trembling. "Oh yeah, find a high perch for a better view. Brilliant thinking," Locke growled. He lowered his shoulder and burst into another room. Like every other window, this one was covered in frost. Broken panes had let in the storm and snow had piled all the way to the ceiling. With a curse, Locke turned away. He slipped on a patch of ice. A spray of glass shards flew over his head as the windows exploded. It rolled through the snow, talons tearing through floor and ceiling as it finally came to a stop at his feet. Locke gaped at the bird, it was almost the size of the room. He picked up one of the blue feathers -- it was as large as his arm! The red and white ones were no different. A hideous shrill brought Locke to his knees. His trousers were instantly soaked, not from melted ice, but from warm lifeblood. His teeth were chattering from the chill as he looked into the eyes of the Esper from Narshe. Its beak was open, its last breath expelled in defiance. Locke glanced hesitantly into the storm. -=- Columns of fire twisted above them, sprinkling ash beneath as it blazed a trail through the thickening blizzard. Rain and hail fell into a sea of liquid flame, only to rise back into the sky as scorching clouds of steam. Gestahl stood amidst the pits of hell -- his feet resting upon molten cobblestone -- and with a sigh, backhanded a cluster of icicles away. "You and your kind are nothing to me," the Emperor shouted. Not that he thought her spirit could be broken by words, but her pride was what he sought to injure. The churning magma hardened in a flash, fires fed from power unimaginable fanned away. A chill breeze washed over him. A distraction. Celes exploded through a wall of flame as Gestahl spun around. He gripped her sword by the blade, flames erupting from his palm as he held her at bay with a single hand. "Before I kill you," he hissed, "I want to know why. Why betray me, Celes!" Her skin was ashen and her hair equally so. Her breaths sapped the warmth out of the air. "Don't you dare call me that!" Gestahl twisted away from a blast of sapphire flame. His fingers sank into her sword and with a grunt, tossed them both into the nearest building. She bounced off the wall with a sickening thud, twisted blade clattering off the ground as she willed herself to stand. Celes was at her limit, but Gestahl knew that he was close as well. It was time for things to end. "I raised you with all my heart. This Empire, I would leave in your hands. Why, Celes?" Her eyes blazed with energy. "Because you raped and pillaged my brethren! Because you stole me out of the arms of my dying mother, and because you killed my father, you bastard! " Blue flames rippled from her hands, to be pushed back by Gestahl's crimson power. Gouts of fire burst away from the clash of elements, effortlessly tunnelling through building and ground alike... just as he planned. "I always feared you were too smart for your own good," the Emperor shook his head. "I love you like a daughter, Celes." Celes' skin was now completely white and her hair a frosty blue. With a chilling laugh, Gestahl could hear the wave of icy spikes behind him. "My father named me Terra!" With seconds before his doom, he pointed behind her. An explosion erupted, steel supports burned away by the clash of elements. Celes turned around in horror as the shadow of a building loomed over her lithe, pale body. Even though she had no recourse, even though it was clearly over, she did not accept her end. Celes' hand extended into the heavens and a wave of energy blasted into the falling debris -- one final act of rebellion. Then thousands of tons of stone and metal fell upon her, tearing through her thin shields of magic and breaking her body beneath. Flames roared over the still-falling rubble, a funeral pyre amidst a frozen Vector. "Ding dong, the witch is dead!" Gestahl silenced Kefka with a deadly glare. He fought to stand upright despite total exhaustion, for Kefka was a simpleton who only understood strength. "Gather the Imperial Guard and find me the Returners." "Not much of them left," Kefka chuckled. "Just do it Kefka. I will not tolerate losing the rebels." Gestahl watched Kefka leave, and then turned back to the funeral pyre. "I have already lost enough today," he whispered. -=- Locke rolled from beneath the protection of a steel beam, bandana over his mouth as he struggled to crawl out of the collapsed building. Flames licked at his bruised and battered body, but he refused to give in. The smoke was getting especially bad now, there must have been quite a fire burning. And he was stuck beneath it. His bloody palms stung, having been cut apart by metal shards sticking out of the debris. The rest of his body seemed to be fine, though he could not feel his legs. Locke was moving through, so he put that thought out of his mind as he continued to crawl. Pebbles, red-hot metal, bricks, smooth skin- Locke blinked. It was her, eyes closed and lying upon her back. Her face was matted with blood and her leather vest was in tattered pieces. Fresh blood dripped down to her clenched fists. Celes was dying. Locke fortified himself with righteous indignation -- the moral high-ground. He put her out of his mind and continued to crawl towards the chill of fresh air. Every second that passed was filled with doubt. Every foot he crawled was plagued with contempt. He sighed. "Damn you," he growled. Locke turned back. |
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Chapter the Eleventh - A Woman Scorned
Celes' eyes snapped open. A rickety ceiling fan stared back as it rotated lazily. Light streamed through discoloured blinds and there was just the slightest hint of cinnamon in the air. Though every muscle was stiff, she decided to sit upright. A groan escaped her lips as her back protested the sudden movement, but confirmation that she was not imprisoned was reward enough. Old pine floorboards, chairs so rarely used that they looked rife with splinters, and a rusty lantern long since out of oil -- this was someone's hous- The doorknob turned. Celes silently sank back into the bed of hay. With her eyes shut, she waited. Step by step, it came closer, and closer... Now. Her arm whipped out, catching him in the stomach as she shot to her feet. Something shattered on the floor while she slammed him onto his back, hand around his throat with enough pressure to choke him to death. Locke gasped in a vain attempt to breathe. "You?" Celes shook her head in disbelief. She ran through her mental checklist of her belongings, pleasantly surprised he had not gone through her pockets, much less violated her person. Locke's eyes were bulging out. Celes let go of him. She walked to the window and basked in a sunbeam. "I guess it was stupid of me to expect a thank you," Locke remarked between deep gasps. Celes folded her arms; the countryside seemed familiar. "Where are we, and why are you here?" "I was bringing you a meal," Locke gestured at the spilled porridge. Its bowl was cracked open. The subtle scent of warmed milk finally registered with Celes. "That's obvious, but not what I asked," she ignored her growling stomach by glaring at the Returner. Locke dropped to his knees and began wiping at the floor. Celes felt an unexpected pang of sympathy. "I saved your life." Her breath caught in her throat. "Why?" she whispered instinctively. Locke concentrated on cleaning the floor. "I don't know..." That was an answer she was unprepared for. Fortunately, a soft knock on the door interrupted their awkward moment. "Locke?" asked a voice so timid it was barely capable of penetrating the thin walls. "I spooked her. Sorry, I'll clean up!" Celes peeked through the cracks of the door, the familiar mannerisms of a soldier her defence. "She won't hurt you." "I can see that. She can't be a day less than sixty," Celes snapped. "Who is she?" "Diana, a kind lady who was willing to take in a young man and his sick wife," Locke answered coldly. "She has no money, no kids, and her husband must be a decade older than she is." He gestured at the spilled porridge. "This was all she could afford to give." "Money..." Now that was a new problem. "Yeah, and I'm broke as well. Enjoy starving for a change, Your Highness." Celes ignored the sarcasm. "How long was I out?" "Days," Locke sank into the hay-filled bag they called a mattress. "You were in bad shape; if you didn't die overnight from the cold, then you might've caught something nasty. After escaping Vector, I got us as far as I dared." "You outwitted the army while carrying me, and then manipulated an elderly couple to take us in," Celes felt just the slightest hint of admiration. "I'm impressed." "And why doesn't that comfort me in the slightest?" "Entire legions serve my every whim without a word of praise; the only possible answer is that you're an idiot." "Ah, the great general," Locke's arms were crossed. "Everything goes according to your plans, don't they? Oh wait, Gestahl's alive." The events of the Triumph came crashing down upon her at last. The old man was alive, and she had killed all his enemies for him. Worse, he had outplayed her. Locke was grinning ear-to-ear. "I've killed for less," Celes snarled. "You're unarmed and I seriously doubt you're strong enough to use those powers of yours. I watched you fight; I know how much effort it takes." Celes cocked her head. She waved his knife in front of him. "What the-" he ducked as the blade whipped high over his head. "Consider my debt repaid," Celes opened the door and walked out. "Just don't kill our hosts as you leave," he growled. Her feet stopped moving. Celes glanced back and saw Locke fetching his knife, utterly uninterested in where she was headed. Despite being the enemy, he had risked his life and watched over her until she was healed. He had even maintained her honour. So this was it? Absolutely no expectation of payment? She remembered Banon. "Of course." The door closed as she stepped back into the room. "You Returners need my help to open the Sealed Gate, but unlike last time at your base, you knew I'd refuse if you ask. Instead, you're trying reverse psychology." Locke acted as if she was insane, but Celes read him like a book. "I know you're smart, so here's a hint: I don't like being lied to." "I've no idea-" "Shut it. The Sealed Gate is as important for my future as it is for you Returners. And I need your help to get past the security in the area, so it's your lucky day. Lead on." They left together, even holding hands to ease the worries of the elderly couple. While Locke was busy with a compass, Celes' reached inside her vest and flicked a switch. -=- "We cannot afford further delay," Cyan said. "With each second that passeth-" "Why don't you shuteth up," Sabin snapped. "It's only been a few days. We can afford another hour." "The Empire presses upon us!" Cyan gestured out the barricaded window at a dingy scantly afloat. "We must take our leave, lest they alert their navy." Sabin groaned in frustration. "Help me out here." Edgar sighed -- he had been hoping to avoid an argument today -- but Banon was still recovering from their escape. "I don't know if we can trust Locke, but he was right about Biggs and Wedge." "A trick-" "At the very least, he deserves a chance to explain himself," Edgar interrupted Cyan. "Hopefully he'll also tell us Gestahl's dead." As if bidden by those words, the door flung open. "Sorry guys, but the old man's alive," Locke declared. Cyan and Edgar drew their stolen swords immediately while Sabin took a few steps to flank the entrance of the safe-house. Not because of Locke though, but rather who was behind him. "The witch and her pet," Cyan hissed at Celes. "Locke, start talking, fast," Edgar's patience was at an end. "Sheath your weapons," Celes sounded bored as she closed the door behind her. "I'm unarmed." "Like I care," Edgar snapped as Sabin slinked closer to her. "She betrayed the Emperor and tried to overthrow him," Locke explained quickly. "Her plan failed and now Gestahl's more powerful than ever. He's given the entire army to Kefka!" "We guessed as much," Edgar lied. "Then you'll be relieved to know I'll open the Sealed Gate for you," Celes folded her arms. "Now tell your idiot brother to step back before I decide I don't need your help." Edgar knew his brother wouldn't back down from a threat, and he wasn't going to give Celes the room she needed to overwhelm them. He took a step forward. "You know where the Gate to the Esper World is?" Banon bolted upright, suddenly wide-awake. Celes gaped at the old Returner. "What?" "So that's how Gestahl's reviving the ancient power," Banon mused. "And you're half-Esper. If you convince them to join us-" Celes threw the door aside and stormed out. -=- Shit. Locke ran after her. "Celes, wait!" He hit the sand just as a flash of light sailed over his head and exploded in the ocean. "I told you already: I don't like being lied to." "I never lied!" Grains of sand fell off Locke as he got to his feet. "You brought up the Sealed Gate -- not me -- and you convinced yourself that it was our plan. I just followed along." Celes' cheeks went cherry-red. "Then you Returners are the biggest idiots ever!" she screamed. "If you don't even know the basics of your enemy's weapons, how are you supposed to fight them?" "That's why we need you!" His friends were almost upon them -- Locke's time was up. "I don't trust liars, nor do I work with them," a frosty mist sheathed Celes' arm. Her other hand was buried in her cloak -- a knife perhaps? From the heavens came a column of red light and their boat was smitten in a blast of flame. A pressure wave slammed Locke face-first into the sand. "For Doma!" Cyan jumped over Locke and swung, but his sword found unexpected resistance: A frosty blade of ice. Dark shadow fell over them as Celes laughed, her frozen sword shattering Cyan's. Locke looked up to see the shape of a ship blocking out the sun. Lines of rope fell around them as soldiers rappelled from the sky. "Celes, you said it yourself: you need our help to fight Gestahl!" Locke pleaded. As black-leather Imperial soldiers landed in the sand, Celes brandished her icy blade. 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Posted: 11th June 2007 00:35
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Chapter the Twelfth - Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
Imperial soldiers landed in the sand with blades drawn, a ring surrounding those who dared to harm their general. Weaponless, Cyan and Sabin exchanged looks of amusement before charging into the fray. Celes watched the action unfold with a sigh. Sparkles danced from her fingertips. "No!" With a giggle, she directed a blast of icy shards at Locke. "I don't know how you did it, but I know you could've called for help at anytime," Locke grunted as he barely dodged her spell. "You wouldn't have wasted so many weeks coming here if you didn't need us." "Oh, so the last few weeks with me were a waste, were they?" Celes' icy blade slashed so close, Locke felt frost form against his skin. He cursed again as she thrusted, this time catching his loose sleeve. "Dammit Celes," he couldn't believe this. "What do you want from me?" She tripped him and laughed. The tip of her blade rested against his neck, droplets of cold water pooling at its point. "I want you, dearest." "Wha...?" "You'll sneak into the bases securing the Sealed Gate and sabotage them, just like you did to our forces occupying South Figaro. In the chaos, I'll enter the caverns." "You... you could've just asked." "I might've if you hadn't lied to me," Celes playful smile twisted into a sneer. "Now do as I say, or everyone dies." Behind her, Edgar tripped over driftwood with soldiers in pursuit. "You realize you've already tried this once," Locke growled. "Why change what works?" "Works? Well why don't you go find Gestahl and beg for your life? Because I'm not helping you." Celes pressed the blade closer to his throat. A drop of his warm blood mixed with the icy water. "You think I'm kidding?" she hissed. "I have no qualms killing you." "Remember?" Locke pointed at himself. "Not stupid. We're dead anyways; you destroyed our only way home. So go ahead, kill me. Sign your own death warrant, I'm sure you have a spell for an ice pen somewhere in that-" Celes kicked. Locke barely turned away in time as a cloud of sand covered his face. He wiped his eyes clean and saw that she had backed away. "Well?" Celes glared at him, but it was less spiteful than usual. She fingered something inside her vest. "Land the ship," she growled into the collar of her cloak. "This is going to take a while." -=- Edgar rubbed his sore shoulders and sighed. "Then it's settled," he said wearily. "I do not feel comfortable with your role, King Edgar." Banon squeezed Cyan's shoulder. "It's the best use of our resources. With you and I together, we can lead the resistance with impunity. Edgar would merely be a target, one whose loss would harm us more than his presence." "That is true, but I trust neither thief nor witch. Edgar, yours is a dangerous task." "No worries Cyan, he's got me looking after him," Sabin puffed out his chest and laughed. "That is but of little discomfort." Sabin's face twisted in confusion. "I'll assume that's a compliment." The door opened. Outside, the last rays of the setting sun bathed Locke's frame in orange radiance. "And what does thy mistress desire?" Locke ignored Cyan's snide remark. "They're ready." Sabin strolled out first, closely followed by Banon. At Edgar's silent urging, Cyan strode past Locke without any further altercations. "Well?" Locke raised an eyebrow. "What?" "You're over a week late and when you get back, you bring her. Tell me this isn't what I think it is." "I don't have to explain myself to you," Locke snapped. Edgar sighed in frustration. As he walked through the door-frame, Locke grabbed him by the elbow. "I thought we were better friends than this." Edgar gave him a thin smile. "Mark my words, I'll find out what's going on between you two." "There's nothing-" "Then you wouldn't be so damn secretive, would you? You haven't even told us what you're going to do for her." Locke gritted his teeth. "I don't like your tone." "Then we're done here," Edgar left without a further word. -=- "You?" Sabin's mouth dropped open. "It's not really that surprising," Banon shrugged. He held out his hand. "I don't believe we've properly met, Wedge." The white-haired man adjusted his flamboyant rimmed-hat. "Setzer's the name," he laughed as they shook hands. "So that is the Blackjack. I never did believe the rumours," Edgar remarked. He found it hard to tear his eyes away from the airship. "Never thought someone of your reputation could sink to such lows." "You want a ride or not?" Setzer's smile vanished. Edgar heard Banon quickly exchange hushed words with Cyan. Even the old Returner was going to have his hands full keeping Cyan from exploding on Setzer and his crew. "You will be taking Banon and Cyan back north," he explained. "And what do you think you're doing? " Celes snapped from her seat on the rocks. Strangely enough, none of her goons were present. "Helping you, of course," Edgar grinned. "Both me and my brother." "I don't need either of you." "Well they're coming," Locke finally caught up. "I don't want-" "Well we don't always get what we want, do we?" Locke snarled. Surprisingly, Edgar watched Celes bite her lip. What was going on here? "I told you before, we can't approach from the air or they'll see us coming," Celes retorted at last. Her ears were red. "Stop being so petty." "I don't care about walking there. We need them," Locke declared. "An irresponsible king who abandons his people to foreign invaders and his brother, a vagrant who actually manages to be more irresponsible. Yeah, we really need them." Setzer groaned. He pointed at Banon and Cyan. "You two, get aboard. I've lost enough dignity for one day, I'm not listening to anymore of this." "Setzer, remember your place," Celes snapped. "Oh, I remember it perfectly well. You're the one who's forgetting." "Don't test me, Captain." Setzer sighed. He was halfway up the ladder with Cyan trailing. "Keep it up hon; you've almost convinced me you're no better than he is." Watching Celes' reddening cheeks, Edgar understood. He strolled up to her and held out his hand. "Looks like we're stuck together. Let's start over on friendly terms." His tone, perfectly balanced between sympathy and pity, angered her exactly as he expected. "If you want to survive the night, you better keep your mouth shut," she hissed. Edgar lowered his voice. "And if you want to beat Gestahl and his spies, you better smarten up. Because right now, us Returners are the only people you can trust, aren't we?" She looked ready to burst with rage. For a moment, Edgar thought he went too far. Celes shot to her feet and stormed off. "Smooth. You really have a way with the ladies," Locke held out a backpack in each hand. "Lady?" Edgar scoffed. "Anyhow, I'm sick of leaving my fate in the hands of others. It's time to grab a hold of the reins." With that said, the three men hurried after Celes' shadow. -=- "This path will lead us down there," Celes pointed down the rocky cliff. "Lead the way," Sabin seemed reluctant to challenge such a steep descent, especially in the deep of the night with nothing but moonlight to go on. Edgar glanced back over the rise of the precipice. In the distance, a trio of mountains peaks were illuminated by the red glow of an inferno. A sigh left his lips. Now he knew why Locke had been so reluctant to explain his promise to Celes. Remote military bases were more than just barracks for soldiers, it was a small town that supported the lives of hundreds of families. Even if it was they were Imperial, the blood of innocent women and children were on Locke's hands. "There's still a lot of guards," Sabin noted through the inky darkness as they rappelled down the cliff. "You're looking at a decoy. What kind of secret would it be if a dozen Armors are always camped out front?" They could tell she was rolling her eyes, even if they couldn't see her. "Where's the real one?" Edgar asked, doing his very best to avoid letting on how annoyed he was. "Marked as storage. It looks unimportant and with the base in flames, I'd expect everyone to have run away." -=- It was as Celes said, though a pair of grunts had been left behind. They fell quickly to sword and fist. "Forget the bodies. They'll believe it was Espers who did everything tonight." The two brothers exchanged nervous looks and followed Celes into the cavern. Torches flared to life as the trio made their way past boxes of alleged foodstuffs. They were piled high and it took them quite a while to make it through the maze Locke was waiting for them at the other end, sitting atop crates that had once covered a secret passage. "How in the-" "You really think I trust you enough to leave you with my friends?" Locke interrupted Celes. "Not likely." Celes face burned with indignation. "That's it!" she shouted. An explosion slammed them into the ground. Crates flew past them as a cloud of smoke slowly dissipated. The entrance was blocked. Liquid flame flowed over the rocks between them and freedom. They watched in shock as the heat intensified, melting the stone and sealing the entrance of the cavern completely shut. "Are you insane?" Sabin turned to Celes. "You just-" She silenced them with a frosty glare. "Now nobody leaves unless I say so, because I'm the only one who knows how to get out of here. So either you three shut up and do as you're told, or you can die searching for the exit. Either way, I'm through putting up with you idiots." Celes pulled her cloak tight and marched deeper into the cavern. This post has been edited by Elessar on 11th June 2007 00:40 |
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Posted: 14th June 2007 02:47
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Chapter the Thirteenth - The Open Door
Locke was scrutinizing Celes as she stretched up on her toes, trying to decipher the strange runes engraved into the huge archway. Every so often she would spin around with a suspicious scowl, only to find Locke diligently searching the walls for hidden switches. The moment she turned back to the Gate, he would be watching her again. "I think you're right," Edgar finally admitted. Sabin yawned. "About time you believed me." "I know him a lot better than you do." "Yeah... something about promises and girls, right?" Edgar's brow wrinkled. "How did you know?" "Genius must be in the blood," Sabin winked. Edgar scoffed. "Well, I wish you stopped me earlier. Coming along with these two was the worst idea I've ever come up with." "I'm surprised she didn't try to bolt when we were sleeping." "Yeah," Edgar glanced down the passage they were guarding, where the red glow of lava reminded him of the uneasy night. Resting next to molten rock -- the air hotter than a furnace -- with a moody Imperial witch who was key to leaving the caves alive as well as defeating the Empire? Edgar rubbed his bloodshot eyes. "I'm surprised we're still alive." "Locke, help me with this," Celes waved. The two brothers watched as the two shimmied up the side of the Gate and began to scour the top. They were working together remarkably well. "Maybe not so surprising," Sabin noted. Celes and Locke covered each side of the Gate quickly, professionally, and dropped back down without incident. She went back to scribbling in her notebook while Locke listed off the things he saw. "Maybe not," Edgar agreed. Celes shot to her feet. "I got it. Get back." "The key to opening it?" Edgar asked. Celes wiped the sweat off her brow. Her eyes locked on him. "Better." "You figured out a way to keep them from killing us? It's not like we're on good terms," Edgar reminded everyone of the War of the Magi and the Empire's attack on the Esper World. "And I care because...?" Edgar stepped back in surprise as her eyes began to glow red and her skin turned white. Her pale lips twisted into a condescending sneer. The three men dropped to their knees and covered their faces as a blast of wind shrieked by. Gusts whipped pebbles at them as a chill settled into the chamber. "Oh hell." Celes floated in the air, form-fitting armor revealed as her cloak and hair fluttered upward. Her voice entered their minds. "I am... Terra." The cavern began to shake, rocks falling from the high ceilings and then lifted by the winds swirling around Celes. Cracks began to appear, light streaming from the other side of the Gate. It was a white light, so blindingly bright that they had to shield their eyes. "Brothers, sisters... help me." And they responded. Ferocious gusts tore them from the ground as the Gate blasted open. For a moment, Edgar stared directly into the light. He felt them: their presence, their minds, their emotions... they were coming. And they were angry. -=- Edgar's face twisted in disgust as the smelling salts brought him conscious. "The Espers!" he cried. He patted his own body, making sure he was still whole. "Not here," Sabin wiped his hands and stretched. "Celes?" Sabin pointed. She was resting against the cavern wall, eyes closed, legs crossed and arms folded. "How long was I out?" Sabin shrugged. "No idea. I lost consciousness when those things broke the gate." The gate. Edgar glanced up and saw that it was once again shut tightly. "Well, I guess that plan failed." "Not at all," Celes brushed the dust off her cloak as she made her way through the rubble. "They came to aid me, they're just unused to this world after spending so much time in another." Edgar's brow furrowed. "Magic isn't easy to control," Celes rolled her eyes as if it was obvious. "They'll find someplace they can adjust slowly: holy ground where they can hide. I need to be there." "And where would that be?" Celes smiled deviously. "Thamasa." "Never heard of it." "I'd be surprised if you had," Celes seemed oddly talkative. "They're a small village on an island far to the east. Nothing more than a bunch of savages living off the land, they're ignorant of the rich history beneath their feet." Someone grunted from behind the wall of rocks, and when they turned, Locke had crawled his way from underneath. "I found a path," he said before taking a swig from his canteen. "Good job Locke," Celes said. "Lead the way." -=- As they rappelled down a smooth-faced cliff so tall and impassible that even castle walls were jealous, Edgar could understand why Celes had been so confident. It had seemed like a bottomless pit; no one in their right mind would try to scale down it. Yet sunlight greeted them when they landed at the bottom. "No way we can get back up," Sabin remarked as he strained his neck skyward. "Not at all," Celes snapped her fingers. Edgar let go with a cry. His glove was covered with frost and his palm stung from the sudden cold. He glared at the rope suspiciously. Sabin tapped the frozen line. He jumped back as it shattered. Edgar tore off his ruined glove and stormed after Celes. His words were cut abruptly short by the huge hull of the Blackjack. Setzer was waiting for them when they climbed aboard. "Lady, King," he turned and scowled at deck-hands. "Get back to work! We're leaving!" Edgar followed Celes, half-listening and while his eyes feasted on the wonders of a flying ship. "Air force?" Celes glanced up at the clear azure sky. "The entire fleet. It wasn't easy going to the northern continent and back... twice. My skies are crowded." "A sign of what's to come." "I'm losing my freedom," Setzer growled. "You're lucky I managed to get through at all." A smile. "I'm sure it wasn't all luck, Captain." "You're in a good mood," Setzer rolled his eyes. "Where to?" "Thamasa. Is he below?" "Yeah." Setzer turned to the quarterdeck. "Lift-off, helmsman!" "Sure thing boss!" Edgar followed Setzer, despite Celes leading them below decks. As the airship lifted off, a refreshing breeze washed over them. The King of Figaro watched the propellers and canvas above them in amazement, pondering how it worked at all. "Like it?" Setzer had removed his hat, long white hair flying behind him in the breeze. "Love it," Edgar said with a goofy grin. "So do I," Setzer's whispers were almost lost in the wind. He was staring into the vast expanse of sky. "So do I." -=- "-and rebel elements have managed to destroy another convoy. We believe someone is selling them information and a full inquiry has begun. Intelligence believes that news of the Imperial Palace's destruction may have emboldened the Figarians, but cannot account for the co-ordination behind the attacks. They conclude that the rebels have re-centralized their command." Gestahl's fingers tapped restlessly against the side of his lavish throne. The aide cleared his throat uneasily and decided to skim the report. "There's still no news of the escaped rebels... Special Forces believes they're at sea. While the ocean is firmly in our control, it is unlikely we'll be able to catch them until they tak-" "Enough," Gestahl interrupted. "You may go." "As you command, Your Imperial Majesty." Gestahl sank back into the plush throne, its unfamiliar feel a reminder of what he had lost. His fingers lazily wrapped around an ornately-decorated glass goblet, swished the wine around, and then proceeded to pour it over the marble floors. He watched as the red liquid seeped into the cracks, making its way across the room slowly. He sighed. "Our little friends are back!" Kefka exclaimed as he burst through the doors. "Quite a temper tantrum too, burning those bases." Gestahl glanced up. "They broke out of the Sealed Gate?" Kefka cackled. "Exactly. I can't wait to meet them." "Why now?" Gestahl groaned. They had remained silent for so long, there was no reason to break out now. And so soon after he had lost her... His eyes lit up. "Coming?" Kefka asked impatiently. His interest faded away. "No. Do as you will," Gestahl waved Kefka away. After all, she was dead. -=- Celes hefted her pack higher. "Fine, go ahead. Waste your time with those uncivilized animals." Locke frowned as Edgar grinned successfully. "We really should stick together." "Somebody should talk to the people in Thamasa. Anyhow, you already have a guide," Edgar's eyes drifted slowly to the dark cloaked man standing off on his own. "I'll meet you guys back here in two days," he waved as he walked off. Locke watched uneasily as Edgar left. He felt Sabin's hand rest on his shoulder. "He'll be fine." "Yeah..." "Locke," Celes was waiting next to Shadow, her foot tapping impatiently. "Let's go already." With a sigh, Locke tore his eyes away from Edgar. Mountains loomed ahead, and Espers somewhere within those tall snow-capped peaks. This post has been edited by Elessar on 14th June 2007 02:48 |
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Posted: 8th July 2007 22:33
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Chapter the Fourteenth - The Last Hope
"He knows you're watching him," Locke remarked. Sabin grinned. "That's fine." In front of them, Celes and Shadow were conversing quietly. They had once again come to an impasse, lost in the vast forests that sat at the base of tall forbidding peaks. The expanse of green foliage covered treacherous ground beneath, trees of varying heights hiding the dips, gullies and ridges. Even Setzer was at a loss, and he saw everything from the sky. "Over there!" Celes' raised voice caught their attention -- she was pointing at one of the tallest mountains. Shadow threw his arms up in disgust. The two returned to their hushed banter. "I don't trust him," Sabin decided. "He doesn't know these mountains any better than we do; if I had a week, I could bumble my way to that peak too. She's lying to us: this guy isn't a mercenary or a guide." "Now you're sounding like Edgar," Locke grinned when he saw Sabin's angry glare. "Anyways, who could memorize this maze?" "I could," Sabin huffed. Locke sighed. "Did your brother mention anything yesterday?" "Nothing interesting, at least the folks in Thamasa like him though. He said he's going back, apparently he thinks he's on to something." "Probably just keeping busy," Celes remarked as she joined them. "Locke, help me with the water-skins. Our brilliant guide's finally moving." -=- Four days later, they were finally scaling up the mountainside above the treeline. Wild grasses and loose pebbles made travelling slow and arduous; it wasn't steep enough to utilize ropes, but easy enough to slip on the bed of gravel. Shadow and Sabin were well-ahead of Celes and Locke. The two were in an unofficial race, starting when Sabin teased Shadow's survival skills. Now the two men charged up the mountain with precision and speed, intent on reaching an imaginary finish line before the other. Celes wiped the sweat off her brow. Her long hair had been tied into a ponytail, her cloak wrapped around her waist and leather armor stowed away. Locke waited once more, eyeing the way her tunic clung to her skin. "You want a break?" "I'm not tired," she snapped. To prove her point, Celes marched past Locke. With a sigh, Locke followed wordlessly. He decided to trail behind but after a few minutes, sweat dripped off his forehead and into his eyes -- he realized he had little choice in the matter. By the time Locke caught up, he was gasping for air. Celes knelt in a bed of gravel, picking up a flower by the stem. The bulb was an odd shade -- it was white at first glance, but as Locke's eyes roved, it seemed to shimmer with all the colours of the rainbow. "What's that?" Celes seemed lost in her own world. She sniffed the flower and sighed wistfully. "Celes?" "They're called Censants. My father loved them," she answered in a friendly voice, eyes still focused on the white blossom. "It's a good sign." Locke swallowed, thoroughly unnerved by her good mood. He reached for one of the flowers, half-hoping it was a hallucination and Celes wasn't actually enjoying herself. The moment his hand brushed a frosty pedal, the blossom crumbled. The flower was made entirely out of ice. When he glanced up again, Celes was watching him intently. "What?" Locke rubbed his hands guiltily. Her arms were folded around her waist. "Why did you save my life?" A chilly breeze passed between them. "I wanted to," Locke answered at last. Celes brushed back a wispy strand of hair. She pressed her pale lips tightly together. "That's it?" "That's it." She seemed to have more to say, but instead sighed and turned away. Awkward silence accompanied the pair until they reached the odd rock formations near the top. Sabin and Shadow were waiting for them, the latter hooded yet sweatless. Locke ignored the goofy grin on Sabin's face. "What are those?" he pointed at strange trio of statues. Time had worn away all the details. "Relics from another age," Celes answered calmly. Her hands rested on her hips. "Which way?" Shadow pointed. A ruined bridge was ahead of them, crossing over the dip in the mountainside. It was just intact enough for them to cross, but in its glory days, Locke had no doubts it supported thousands at once. The two mountaineers surged onward, leaving them alone once more. -=- Locke glanced around the inside of the cave. Light streamed through cracks in the ceiling, illuminating the large chamber better than their lanterns. Black stone sparkled from the sunlight, causing Locke to flinch from the glare. Sabin and Shadow stayed by the entrance, neither willing to follow Celes as she strolled through the field of white flowers. Neither wished to test the patience of the Espers. Locke stayed two paces behind Celes; her skin already milky-white. His head was pounding from all the Censants, shimmering with a different colour every second. It was odd. Despite their beauty, never in his travels had anyone spoken of these flowers. Yet here was a vast field of them and legendary beings in the midst of it all. Coincidence? He glared suspiciouslyat the field of shimmering flowers growing out of solid rock. If Celes was worried, she did not show it. She unbound her hair -- now an icy blue -- and stood in front of the largest of the Espers, one of the few that stood upright and looked vaguely human. "I am Terra." "Welcome, daughter of Maduin. I am called Yura." There were at least a dozen of all shapes and sizes. Most looked like mundane animals, but they were much larger and their vividly-coloured furs as unnatural as the flowers Celes loved. "Your human-form keeps you hidden and safe. Why reveal yourself after all this time?" "Ramuh is dead," Celes declared. Murmurs spread throughout the gathered Espers, their voices accompanied by a rumbling in the mountain. "The others?" Yura asked. "Everyone was killed by the Empire; the very same humans who broke into our realm eighteen years ago. They will not rest until they have destroyed us all." The mountains were definitely trembling now. As the field of flowers swayed back and forth, Locke's eyes were assaulted by a cacophony of colours. "Such arrogance!" Yura growled. "I resisted, but they are too powerful. The Emperor killed even Tritoch." "Tritoch? He survived the war?" asked a cat standing upright. "Yes, and he sacrificed himself to save me. I need your help. We must kill the Emperor before he is strong enough to assault our realm once more." Locke suppressed the compulsion to tell them the truth, that Celes wanted to rule the Empire herself. They needed the Espers to help them kill Gestahl, and if they had to lie in order to do so... Well, he had already done much worse. "We came to help you, to rescue those we have lost," Yura declared. "For our departed brethren, we shall help you destroy this human empire." With a sigh of relief, Celes' hair and skin returned to their proper colour. "Thank you. Are all of you here?" "Those willing to fight. Others came, but they have dispersed themselves around this world searching for our friends. It will take time to find them, and more time to convince them." Celes frowned. "What about those back home?" "They-" Suddenly, all the Espers looked up. "What's wrong?" Celes glanced back at Locke, who quickly exchanged hand-signals with Sabin. Both Returners shook their heads. "They are doomed," Yura growled angrily. "We are too late." A burst of static came from Celes' pack. She grabbed the speaker of her radio. "We've got company!" Setzer sounded frantic. "Air Force?" "Are you blind? Look west!" Celes charged out of the cavern. In sky to their west... "Is that an island?" Sabin's mouth dropped open. "Yeah. That looks like a flying island," Locke whispered. "And there must be at least two-dozen airships out there. I didn't think there were that many." "The humans have stolen the power of the Goddesses," Yura's voice boomed. "I don't get it," Celes growled. "The old man's anything but stupid. He can't possibly think he's sneaking up on-" Her eyes widened. "Setzer! Get out of Thamasa, now!" -=- East of the village, on the opposite coast from which the Floating Continent was approaching, an armada skimmed over the ocean on a low altitude approach. "Enough waiting," Kefka's voice crackled over the radio. "Exterminate them!" Admiral Jake of the 1st Airborne, pride of the Empire, marched to his quarterdeck. "Alright men!" he shouted. "Enough of this cloak and dagger bullshit, prepare for battle!" A cheer rose from the deck. "Lieutenant! Signals to fleet: interpose and intercept the Blackjack," Jake ordered. Six airships peeled away and rose into the clouds, Sky Armors deploying from their decks. They blazed a trail across the sky, preparing to encircle the island from the north and south. "First Officer!" the Admiral folded his arms. "Prepare for bombing run!" Three more airships lifted from the ocean surface with a spray of mist, at their lead the re-christened flagship of the 1st Airborne: the Leo Christophe. Imperial flags were raised as they bore down on their target. Thamasa. This post has been edited by Elessar on 8th July 2007 22:33 |
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Posted: 16th July 2007 04:26
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Chapter the Fifteenth - Divine Might
Airships thundered overhead, their triangle formation angled towards the village of Thamasa. Cannons glinted menacingly under the sunlight as the cargo doors opened. "They're not after us," Locke stated the obvious. "Not yet." Celes twirled around and stuck her finger in Shadow's masked face. "Who else did you tell, mercenary?" Shadow glared back at her, but Sabin quickly broke the two up. "Hey, calm down-" "No! Gestahl knows about Thamasa. That's why he's going after them first and dealing with us later," Celes glared accusingly at Shadow. "You sold them out, didn't you?" "What?" Locke snapped. "I thought they were just a bunch of savages, Miss Civilized." "They're magic users!" Celes snapped. "Every single one of them! Of course Gestahl wants them dead." "A village of mages? And you didn't say anything?" Locke gawked at Shadow. Celes' eyes went wide. "Edgar." "My brother will escape," Sabin folded his arms confidently. "I'm surprised you even thought of him." But Celes wasn't listening. "How'd you find us?" They all turned around. Edgar was just climbing over a rise, behind him an elderly man. "So you knew they were descendants of magic-infused survivors of the War of the Magi," Edgar watched Celes like a hawk. "You lied, again. I should've known." "Why would you care? They're pacifists," Celes spat. "Now who is he?" she pointed at the red-cloaked white-whiskered elder. "Espers... by the Goddesses, you've returned," the old man whispered reverently. "His name's Strago," Edgar answered. "He helped me find this place and had some interesting stories about statues. But I'm sure you already knew about those." "The enemy has stolen the Statues," Yura declared. "Existence itself is endangered." "No," Strago breathed. "They can't wake the Goddesses! They imprisoned themselves to prevent another apocalypse!" An explosion made everyone flinch reflexively, and when they looked towards Thamasa, all they saw were thick plumes of glowing smoke rising in the sky. "Our home! No!" All eyes turned to the sound of a little girl shrieking in horror. She had just climbed over the rise behind Edgar. "Relm?" gasped Strago, Edgar and Shadow. -=- Kefka rubbed his hands with glee. "One down, one to go!" Gestahl slouched in his seat. They were encamped before the Trinity of Goddesses, dozens of Magitek Armors ready to defend the prize of prizes. Legions were busy subduing monsters while construction machinery cranked away; the foundation for a new palace was being laid. "Now that they're dead, let's find out what these gorgeous girls can do!" Gestahl brought another bottle of wine to his lips. "Well?" Gestahl lolled his head in Kefka's direction. "As I said, do as you will." Kefka glared at Gestahl, then shrugged. He turned to the three statues looming before him. "Show me power!" -=- "We are in grave peril," one of the Espers -- a lion-like beast with a mane of green hair -- approached Yura. Locke stopped glaring at Shadow for a moment and turned to the Espers. "We must leave immediately," Yura decided. Celes shook her head and cursed. "I've been trying. I can't get a hold of Setzer..." "We're stuck here?" The floating island was drifting ever closer. Locke squinted. "Those are Armors along with the airships; Gestahl's brought everything." Edgar groaned. "So this is it." "That is not the danger." Yura marched beside Celes, towering over the lithe woman. "Terra, think of someplace safe!" Celes was tying her leather armor tight around her waist. "What do you mean?" "You must tell Fenrir," Yura pointed at a large, monstrous grey wolf. Celes narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Can he really do that?" "He must. Quickly!" With a deep breath, Celes' hair turned blue and her eyes glowed. Fenrir's eyes glowed equally bright. "Maranda." -=- As soon as signals were received, airships scattered away from the island -- dark exhaust fumes spewing out of their mighty engines. They had been ordered to retreat with best possible speed. Few questioned Kefka; they were lucky enough to be warned. The village of Thamasa was still ablaze, the ground molten and churning as great knots of smoke rose to blot out the sun. Ash rained down from glowing clouds, feeding the hungry fires that had devoured anything living. But there was one who had been in the forest collecting flowers for his wife to be. Tears were running down his face when he felt reality cry in pain. He turned towards the island in the sky. A white beam erupted forth and smashed through the mountains, breaking them as it burrowed deep into the ground. A curtain of light rose from the impact and expanded, annihilating everything in its path. He never felt his end. -=- "I've never seen anything like it." The sun was setting in the west but at the same time, it was rising in east. Locke's mouth was open in awe, and he was not alone. "Thamasa is gone. We must stop the Empire before they truly awaken the Goddesses." Yura's words snapped them out of their shock. Locke glanced around and saw her cloaked shape departing for the city on the horizon. "Celes, where are you sneaking off to?" She turned her head. A smile was on her face, framed by the light of both suns. "To get what we need from some old friends." "I'll come with you." "Don't trust me?" Celes chuckled lightly. "We are on the same side." Locke folded his arms and glared suspiciously. "Are we?" Her lips curled into a devious smile. "Believe me: I want to kill Gestahl so much, consider it a promise." With a wink, Celes turned away. -=- It was deep into the night when Locke stirred from his slumber. Someone was coming. He gripped his knife and slowly opened his eyes. "I didn't wake you, did I?" "Edgar?" Locke yawned before sitting upright. "You know I never let my guard down, not even asleep." "Maybe not for physical threats," the King of Figaro winked. "Your judgement has been spotty of late." "She'll come back." "Never suggested otherwise; the Espers are still here. But you... you actually believe in her, don't you?" Locke groaned. "If you woke me for this-" "Nope, I just finished chatting with Yura. It's amazing what he knows. Did you realize that Espers aren't the only beings tied to magic? Trees, fruits, flowers... they tell me that their entire world is filled with beauty that no longer exists here, as if vegetables grow in their footsteps!" Edgar laughed. "So what's this got to do with me?" Edgar raised an eyebrow. He stretched his arms towards the full moon. "How long have you known Shadow?" The abrupt change of topic caught many off-guard, but Locke was used to Edgar's verbal tricks. "Since the Blackjack," he answered without hesitation. "A couple minutes before you met him." "Now that's a lie." Locke glared suspiciously at Edgar. "What are you accusing me of now?" "Nothing," Edgar grinned. "Just following up on something Sabin told me." "Well-" His words were cut off by a beam of light that illuminated the two. Wind whipped past them, carrying dead leaves into the air as more floodlights blinded them. The two men looked up. An airship dived out of the darkness, plummeting like a hawk. "The Empire's found us already?" Edgar growled. "No," Locke held Edgar back. He pointed at the prow of the ship. Celes stood proudly upon the bulwark, barely visible under the pale moonlight. Her cape fluttered in the wind, long hair freed and sword by the hip. With her arms folded, she watched them reservedly. "She found the Blackjack," Locke observed proudly. -=- They boarded through the loading bay, though some of the Espers decided to fly to the top. Low ceilings forced everyone to duck as they made their way through the berthdeck. Edgar noticed there were many more hammocks this time. Reinforcements. Celes was waiting for them on the weatherdeck. A self-assured smile was upon her face, but that vanished the moment Edgar poked his head out. "Why are you still here?" she growled as the Figaro brothers climbed out into the fresh night air. Edgar quickly interrupted Sabin's snappy remark. "Because we owe him," his hand rested on Locke's shoulder. "He bartered us out of Vector." "What?" Locke's face twisted in confusion. Celes sighed. "Fine. Where's Shadow?" "Gone," Locke answered, still eyeing Edgar suspiciously. "Kid was bawling after she saw her home burning. Since they're homeless as well, Shadow decided to escort them both away from all the fighting." "Running away as usual," Celes grumbled. "Figures. Should never trust mercenaries, especially one as unpredictable as-" "He's doing the right thing for once," Locke interrupted. "I think that says it all." "Yep, you said it all," Edgar laughed confidently. He patted Locke on the back, "we'll pay you back, that's a promise." Locke was struck speechless. "This is real touching," Celes rolled her eyes and waltzed to the bridge. "She's never in a good mood, is she?" Sabin quipped. Edgar left his brother and Locke, climbing a few stairs to the quarterdeck. The officers of the ship were gathered there, including the portly 'Biggs'. "How'd you make it out?" he asked Setzer. "Luck." "You okay? You seem a little grumpy." Setzer narrowed his eyes. "I evaded the entire Imperial Air Force today. We've still got holes in the hull and I lost a lot of good men." Edgar finally noticed the patches in the bulwark. He hadn't seen any of the hasty repairs thanks to the cover of night. "Worse, somebody's turned my precious Blackjack into a cargo ship." "Now there's good reason to mope," Celes rolled her eyes. Setzer glared back fiercely. Edgar cleared his throat and quickly interceded. "Where to?" "Kohlinghen," Celes answered. Setzer swore beneath his breath before storming off the bridge. Edgar watched Setzer leave. "And what's there?" he asked as he eyed the departing Captain. Celes grinned. "Our ticket to the Floating Continent." |
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Posted: 26th July 2007 23:23
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Chapter the Sixteenth - Checkmate
"Sir." Admiral Jake of the 1st Airborne turned around. It was boring work, patrolling the skies around the Floating Continent as it made its way north. That the Leo Christophe had been demoted to such a mundane role... "What is it?" Jake adjusted his hat to keep out the rain. "The Invincible reports sighting of the Blackjack, leeward some twenty leagues." Jake's ears reddened upon hearing that name, the only airship in the world that was not under his command. She had humiliated his Captains once before and the only thing worse than Kefka's wrath had been the Emperor's apathy. A single squadron could defeat the Blackjack, even with her elemental cannons. And if Jake believed the stories of her Captain's exploits, then perhaps a second squadron was necessary. Yet there were three fleets above the Floating Continent, and still nothing had been sent to avenge such an embarrassment. "Leeward, you say?" Jake frowned. They were flying into the wind... "Are you certain?" "It's the Invincible." Jake nodded. "Yes, thorough is an understatement where she's concerned." He turned to his Lieutenant. "Get me the General." Moments later, the officer waved Jake over to the consoles beneath the bridge. "I'm afraid the General is ill-disposed at the moment." The voice came through the speaker crackling with static. "However, I could relay your message to His Imperial Majesty." Jake knew this was important enough to disturb even the Emperor. "Please do. I report sighting of the Blackjack bearing from the north. Requesting permission to deal with the rebels by any means necessary." Silence for a minute. Then the radio crackled to life again. "Permission granted, Admiral," the Emperor's aide replied. Jake stormed onto the weatherdeck of his vessel. He peered over the bulwark, reassuring himself that the rest of his fleet was still in formation. Their hulls were visible, though difficult to see with the mountains of Tzen passing underneath. Leeward. What kind of Captain would give up the weathergauge to the enemy? Every advantage was necessary, outnumbered as he was. It was amateurish and given the alleged skill of Setzer Gaibanni... "Signals to the 2nd Airborne. Intercept and destroy the Blackjack." "All of them, sir?" the Lieutenant asked incredulously. "All of them," Jake eyed the bank of dark storm clouds only minutes away. He still felt uneasy. "Signal the rest of the fleet, we'll manoeuvre south." -=- "One final note." As Celes briefed the crew of the Blackjack from the gangway, Locke could see why she was a general. Everyone was listening intently, hanging on to her every word, and they weren't even professionally-trained soldiers. They were sailors; undisciplined brutes who followed Setzer out of respect and shared goals. "This-" she hoisted up an odd looking tube: like the sheath of a sword but with many mechanical protrusions, "-is a Magitek Rifle, smaller cousin of the elemental cannons aboard. You've manned those before -- this one will kill you just the same. Thankfully, they're experimental. This will likely blow up if I press the trigger." She pointed at the gun-crews. "But those around the Emperor will certainly have prototypes; functional ones. If you see a man with a rifle, he's a top-priority target. Ignore them only if you have your sights set on an Armor." Setzer cleared his throat. Locke turned around. Setzer and Edgar were quietly speaking to one another. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "-and remember," Celes' voice caught his attention. "I'm in charge. Follow my orders without question, and we'll all live through this one. Then you'll never fear the Empire again!" The men cheered. "Alright you dogs!" Setzer shouted at the top of his lungs. "Stop staring at the lady and get back to work! We've got an Emperor to kill!" With those words, the Blackjack exploded into ordered chaos. "I still don't see why we couldn't magic our way onto the island," Sabin grumbled beside the thief. He stepped aside as a squad of Celes' soldiers squeezed past and disappeared below decks. "The spell is limited to places we know," Locke answered, his eyes following Edgar's every movement. As if he knew he was being watched, Edgar glanced up nonchalantly. "That storm looks mighty unfriendly." "Well then," Celes said as she waltzed onto the bridge. "Maybe you'd like to leave?" "And miss all the fun? I wouldn't dream of it." "This isn't a game," Celes warned. "It's likely none of us will come back alive. I never asked for your help, so this is your last chance," she looked at Edgar, Sabin and finally, Locke. Her glare softened. "Leave while you still can." Locke folded his arms. He gazed into her eyes with unwavering determination. "Idiot," Celes whispered softly as she broke eye-contact with Locke. "You sure this will work?" Edgar was standing next to the helm. "There's a lot of airships." "You're afraid of those dumb bastards?" Setzer laughed. "The decoy's perfect," Celes raised her voice. A devilish smile slowly crept across her face. "The air force will be completely out of position." -=- "Keep a weathereye out! I don't like the looks of this storm!" Jake hollered as rain lashed onto his deck. "3rd Airborne reports full readiness, Admiral." Jake nodded. He had ordered a wall of a battle, ships of the line stretching across and into the stormy sky. Nothing would break through that, not against the combined batteries of two fleets. "Sir, the Invincible's made contact!" Jake turned to the midshipman left in charge of the radio. "What did they find?" he barked. "They're engag-" the soldier paused. "An illusion! The whole thing's a trick!" Jake nodded. "Order them back." As the midshipman began to flick switches, his face twisted in confusion. "Sir, they're screaming about a cat..." "What?" "Transmission's breaking up," the midshipman put his ear directly next to the speaker. His eyes widened. "A dragon! A dragon just crushed the Indomitable!" "Admiral!" it was one of the boys on the masthead. "Ship ahoy! Low and southward!" "Buzzing across the mountains to avoid being sighted; they're mimicking us," Jake growled. "Well we're flattered, aren't we?" Grins came from those close enough to hear their Admiral. "Signal to all ships: Kill!" The Leo Christophe shuddered as her engines were pushed to full power. The flagship of the 1st Airborne had a new heading and following her were over three-dozen airships. Innumerable Sky Armors swarmed around the massive fleet. The Imperial Air Force had been embarrassed by the Blackjack for the last time. -=- "Holy shit." Even Celes' eyes were wide in shock at the number of vessels silhouetted against the dark, churning clouds. They covered a huge expanse of the sky: the perfect net. "Pulling back?" Setzer asked. Celes eyes glowed. "Yes." -=- "They've seen us." "Of course they've seen us," Jake scoffed. "Now we know whether they're men or mice. Have the Emperor's Will and her squadron encircle; I'll not tolerate the Blackjack's escape." "Aye aye!" Jake watched as the Blackjack changed course hastily, rising through the relentless rain. Immediately, he understood their intentions. "They're trying to hide in the storm! Send in the Sky Armors!" he shouted. Hundreds of twin-propeller aircraft peeled out of formation, surging forward with twice the acceleration of even the Leo Christophe. At that rate, the lighter craft were only a minute away from the Blackjack. But the clouds were only seconds away. The enemy airship entered the darkness, vanishing out of the sky. Without hesitation, hundreds of Sky Armors tore through the clouds in pursuit. "Send the 3rd Airborne above," Jake ordered. "We'll interpose beneath." The wall of battle split in half, dozens of vessels blockading the Blackjack's escape routes. With Sky Armors slowing her down, there would be no running away. Wind and mist whipped by as rain hammered the deck of the Leo Christophe. Jake stood proudly upon the bridge, waiting for the inevitable. He did not wait long. A ship broke out of the clouds, black fumes trailing from the blimp above. Fires could be seen spreading throughout the hull as Sky Armors bombarded it with gunfire. Jake's eyes narrowed. "Sir, that's not-" A blast of light erupted from the sinking ship, vaporizing a squadron of Sky Armors before the beam sliced through the Conqueror. As the battleship dropped out of Jake's sight, a massive bird with purple wings burst out of the Blackjack's hull. It's sword-like beak sheared through Sky Armors as a shrouded green phantom materialized out of thin air. "Is... is that a flying whale?" "Espers!" the Lieutenant snapped all hands out of shock. "Fire at will!" Cannons thundered as hundreds of guns blasted away. Clouds of smoke engulfed their hulls as the beasts flew towards them. Magic exploded from the mouths of monsters: fire, ice and lightning tearing through the fleet. A fireball smashed into the Leo Christophe and sent her spiralling out of formation. Flames covered the side of the hull as the storm clouds above glowed menacingly with lightning. But Admiral Jake was not watching the battle. "Sir!" the midshipman shouted again. "That's... that's not her! It looks similar, but it's another decoy!" Thunder roared as the 3rd Airborne broke through the storm clouds, dozens of ships firing in tandem. "I know," Jake whispered darkly. "But..." his eyes met the aide's. Goosebumps ran down his back as rainwater dripped off his face. "But then, where's the Blackjack?" -=- They were cloaked by shadow, sheltered from the rain by a floating landmass above them. "The Falcon may not survive," Yura warned. Setzer swore beneath his breath. "Lift-off!" Celes ordered as her skin returned to its normal shade. "Captain, keep your mind on the prize: the Emperor's head and the freedom you desire." His eyes lit up at that thought. Setzer began to laugh maniacally as his vessel trembled. From the shadow of the Tzen Mountains, the Blackjack shot out its hiding spot and blasted into storm engulfing the Floating Continent. The air force was scattered apart, engaged in battle against the remnants of Esper-kind. Nothing remained between them and the Emperor. |
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