This is a completely independant story to the others I write, it has a few things changed to suit where ever this ends up as there is no plot line of any description, other than the assumed explanation of how everything begins; yes, mist's a bitch then it kills you or screws your life up completely.
Now, there is no actual people in this (As I believe self inserts are tacky at best), only a similarity to my location as I see it every day and can't be bothered to google search another location; but I highly doubt that really matters, how often do you read of a location other than choice cities/ states of the US in these types of stories?
Anyway, this is not to be taken seriously, yes there is serious parts in it but that it to reflect normal life. I hope you enkoy this experimental ramblings.
Prologue: Mist Troubles.
The Shiva plunged into darkness, the nethicite experiment condemning the fleet with a burning mist that ate at everything it touched. Ghis still felt whole despite the burns to his body; why had he gone against orders? He knew why, he did not want that loon who calls himself Dr. Cid to get the glory of being the only one with the secrets of the powerful stones; now he wondered if the power of the stones were safe enough for the empires use.
"Ghis you bastard!" cried an angry Captain Azelas, who crawled towards him, "What have you done?"
Ghis opened his eyes to see the Shiva had crashed in what looked like a Rozzarian savannah, the hull of the graceful ship torn open. The Judge's observations were brought to a sudden halt when an armoured fist collided with his jaw.
"I'm pretty damn sure that the Emperor will not be happy with you!" The Dalmascan traitor slumped at his side, "And to think I betrayed the one shining light in all of Ivalice for this." He gazed out over the multitude of bodies littered around, "May the Gods torture your soul for eternity."
Ghis tried to talk, but the mist had burned his throat, so all he could manage was a weak grunt. Frustrated and angry, he scanned the landscape; it did not look like Rozzaria, the building he could see were nothing like anything he had ever seen before.
"What are you looking at?" Vossler asked, becoming aware of Ghis's diverted attention. "What is that?" the sound of klaxons in the distance shattering the tension in the air.
"Is anybody in here?" called a woman with an accent that unlike any they had ever heard.
"Yes!" Vossler called back, struggling to his feet, "we're on the bridge!" Vossler's jaw dropped when he saw a familiar ashen-blond hair and regal face rise from the hole in the floor, "Ashe?"
"Dude?" the girl asked, shooting him a confused look, "Do I know you?" The Dalmascan man tried to step towards her, when his leg gave out from underneath him, sending him crashing to the floor. The girl stepped over him, "Your leg's prob'ly broken," she checked along the entire length of the offending limb until she found the break in his femur. Vossler gave a grunt from the pain, biting his tongue to prevent him from appearing weak. She pulled out a small black rectangular brick, pushed a few buttons on it and put it to her ear. "Hay Alex, I found two more," she was talking to someone named Alex, who now replied to her words. "Yeah, we're up high, on the bridge." She paused again, "Cut the Star Trek quotes … For fucks sake Alex! I'm not Captain Janeway! Get your arse up here now!" she hit another button on the phone and slipped it in her pocket. "Sorry about that, guys, he's a geek." She tested the burns on Ghis's face, "So what happened here?"
"Genius here decided to experiment of diafactered nethicite," Vossler explained.
She looked back at the knight, "Come again?"
"The nethicite released a dangerous level of mist which sunk this vessel and, I'm guessing, killed most of those on board."
"Are you telling me this thing is a boat?" her disbelief unmistakeable, "the ocean's over a hundred K's from here."
"K's?" Ghis managed to say, albeit strained.
"Kilometres," she clarified, studying his armour, "This may sound a little strange, but, where did you come from?"
"I hale from Dalmasca, Ghis is from Archadia," Vossler leaned against the bulkhead, looking at his broken leg, "Where are we?"
"My own little piece of paradise," she smiled half-heartedly, "in country Victoria."
"Where in Rozzaria is that?"
"Rozzaria?"
Vossler began to answer but another familiar face popped up through the hole in the floor, the image of the late prince Alesius, fifth son of Raminas. What is going on here?
"How are they?" he asked the girl, lifting a case with a red cross on it, "Ooh, that looks nasty!" he hurried to Vossler's leg and in a swift yet painful motion, set the leg and began to bandage it. Vossler screamed from agony. "You'll be fine, but you will still need to be checked at the hospital."
Ghis was next on his list, "the burns look superficial, but you will need to treated, you will be glad to know that they will not scar." He began to apply a gel to the burns, the Judge sighed with the cool feeling of the gel, "The paramedics will be up here soon."
He was not wrong, two men in white shirts and a stretcher. Vossler was placed on it and carefully lowered down the hole, a moment later; another two men with a stretcher came for Ghis.
"How many others were found?" the girl asked Alex, following him out of the debris.
"Only three and they don't look good, Ash," he jumped down, "what is this thing? Some U.S. military experiment?"
"Why would U.S. soldiers wear armour?" She quizzed him, "and they said they were from Archadia or something."
"Where's that?" Alex asked.
"Like I would know? I was hoping you knew, being the super geek of the family and all," She watched the ambulances drive away, kicking up dust as they went, "You going to work now?"
"I have to, one of the survivors has sever head injuries," he rested his hand on her shoulder, "I think we should keep this quiet, if it is a part of secret experiments, we don't want anything bad happening here, Dad wouldn't like it."
"So you've already spoken to the ambo's?" Ash asked, "They know not to say anything?"
"You of all people should know that the medical world it tighter than the mafia," he chuckled, "Christ if someone blabbed, we all would suffer." He jogged off to the house, to ready for work at the hospital. Ash continued to the house slower, looking back over her shoulder at the gargantuan structure that had fallen out of the sky.
"Yes, this will be easy to cover up," she sarcastically said to herself.
When I do an alternatice universe I like to think I did it in a different way, yes I know the Star Trek references were cheesy but when you live the geek life, sci-fi references are an everyday occurance, Chapter one is actually complete but you will have to wait a few days for Two to be ready and so on. I hoped you liked the intro.