A/N: Be nice to me. This is my first FF8 fic. Ive had it running through my head all day, so I decided to type it up and see what you guys think of it. Enjoy.

"Alpha team reporting. All clear at Sector 2."

"Beta reporting. Sector 1 is clear."

"Delta reporting. Sector 5 is clear."

"Gamma here. 4 is good to go"

Cabon Tavolin entered the room. "Who haven't we heard from yet?" he asked. Standing just short of 6 ft, he was a well built 18 year old. He had blondish red spiky hair, and piercing blood red eyes, courtesy of his GFs. He wore the standard SEEd uniform, baggy black pants, combat boots, and a vest. Under the vest he wore a black wife-beater. His gunblade was sheathed and strapped across his lower back.

"Just Team Zeta. Understandable though, their sector is the one furthest out there," came the reply of one of Cabon's team mates. She was 5' 6", had shoulder length brown hair, and emerald green eyes that seemed to glimmer in the light. She also wore the standard SEEd uniform, but wore a long sleeve black shirt under her vest. Her name was Elayne Montgomery. Her bo was resting in its case next to her.

"It would be understandable if this wasn't the SEEd test. They were told they had to be in by a specific time, otherwise disqualification. Unless there is a good reason for being tardy with a report," the teams third member spoke. He had black spiky hair, shorter then Cabon, and glowing yellow eyes. He wore the same uniform as Cabon. He had a wave sword ((Soul Caliber style, I don't know their actual names)) sheathed on each his. Drake Savage was his name.

Cabon sighed. "Unfortunately for us, he has a point." He turned to the computer screen which showed a map of the area, where the teams were, enemy forces, etc. "Bring up the stats for Team Zeta." A couple of beeps later and the three were sitting around the screen, studying the data. Cabon slammed his head into the wall.

"We have a novice gunblader, with no GFs, and minor offensive magic. Also a semi- experienced sniper, support magic, and one GF, and a semi-experienced fist fighter, minor defensive magic, and one GF. All we can go by are reports from the Garden, which say that the gunblader is over confident, the fist fighter is brash and quick tempered, and the sniper is lazy on all accounts."

"We then take into account that their sector is closest to enemy lines, and we have one screwed up mission." Cabon walked over to the wall with the headsets on them and put one on. "Team Zeta report now."

A couple moments of silence, and an answer squawked through. "Zeta here. Engaged with the enemy. GB screwed up. FF is down with minor wounds. Lost med kit in explosion. Sorry for delay."

Cabon was silent as he took the headphones off. He turned and looked at Elayne and Drake, then at the map. "Alright. We have a problem. I'm going to send Alpha to Zeta's position, and Beta up to where Alpha is. Sector one is easily defended by sectors 2, 4, and 5. Any other ideas?"

Drake nodded. "Send Delta to Zeta too. They have a healer with them. Send Beta to Sector 5. Since 4 and 5 are the only was to reach 1 and 2, we should be good."

Cabon quirked an eyebrow as he thought it over. "I didn't realize we had a healer. This mission might not be as lost as I thought." He put the headphones back on and shouted orders.

"Teams Alpha and Delta, you are to go support Team Zeta. Team Beta, move up to Sector 5. Zeta, damage report."

"Lets see… Its clear right now. All we have encountered are scouts. I have GB under a mild sedative, ready to use the cure if necessary. FF is up and moving, but needs a splint. Looks like a broken wrist. Running out of ammo also."

There was a couple seconds of static, then more talking. "We have a situation now. It looks like the enemy is on the move. Huge force. I don't remember letting any scouts reach them, but it's quite possible. I don't like the looks of this."

"Beta reporting. We have reached Sector 5."

"Delta reporting. We have reached Zeta's position. FF is up for now, and SP has some more ammo. SP is right though. This is a huge force. I don't think we are adequate enough for this."

"Alpha here. We have to agree. We need more back up. Our GFs aren't recovered from previous battles. Also, med kits are starting to run low. Even with Delta's healer, we need a miracle to pull this off."

"Alright. Send an image back to main ship via pocket cam. I wanna see how big this huge force is," Cabon said. He turned to the map as the image was beginning to upload. When the image was fully loaded there was silence.

"Alpha, you wanted a miracle right? You're about to get one. This is SEEd Rank 25 Tavolin speaking. I want every team to fortify positions while possible. Zeta, I want GB fully knocked out. We don't need any casualties."

Cabon turned to Elayne and Drake, who were readying their weapons, and tossed them a pair of headphones. He grabbed his ninja mask and slid on. Turning to his teammates, who had their masks on, he nodded.

"Gold Team is on the prowl."