Path of the Twelve Sephirot
(Correct me if I am wrong, I believe it is Ten Sephirot according to traditional Jewish Lore and their "bible" though I had a feeling it might have been Twelve)
Disclaiming Disclaimer of Disclaimerness: Keep in mind, I do NOT own any thing that belongs to Squaresoft or Monolith CO. Inc. whatever .. Just any characters that aren't familiar to you .. They probably are my own fictional characters that I come up with. Just to keep you on track of this confusing storyline .. We're assuming this is a decade or so after Deus and Merkaba were destroyed and as were the Anima Relics, and most of the gears used by man. What of the Omni gears ? .. I won't tell you just yet.
Chapter 1: "I Shall Consume You"
| Un Luna ~ 5:42 am.
"What a cold breeze this morning…" Several footsteps wandered to the bar in the next room over by the central control deck with several more advanced gadgets besides the computer system and various buttons engraved into the panels. Another voice, popped back from behind the shivering drunkard which could be assumed to be from the control room. "C'ptain .. We're passing through the Aquavy Islands within the next several hours, roughly, or so. Shall we stop near the Orphanage to visit Mr. Black ?"
His black trench coat outlined in red denim dragged against the steel planks of the floor as the breeze from the open windows blew his collar against his scruffy beard which tended to 'poof' out without bathing for days at a time. His K-9 eyes shining at the iris as the sun began to rise.
"Ai .. Hans. 'ets go pay ah visit to our' friend. I miss that kid's wiseass ov' ah father.."
"Aye Aye C'ptain, we'll set straight ahead through the Aquavy Islands!"
As the wind died down a bit .. The semi-drunk canine captain sat back down in "his" booth with "Thames" etched into the back of it in a fantasy-ish font. A sigh passed through his mouth and his shoulders fell a bit. "Fei .. Aye I miss ya kids.."
| Un Luna ~ 8:21am.
"Get that crane over here!" Many men in light blue denim jeans and white wife-beaters covered in oil and grease scattered along the main deck as one young man who, by the sound of his voice, was apparently younger then some of these men taking orders. "It looks like a gear!" The young kid jumped from a crate while never moving his finger from the direction of a futuristic head. The head of a wolf with a screw here and there to hold it together to whatever was from the neck down.
"Gears are being destroyed .. Not thrown in the ocean kid.."
"Well that is just to damn bad, get the crane and take it I said!!!" The impatient soul rushed through the crowd of greasy monkeys as several yawns visited him while he head toward the Screw Elevator.
As he reach for the floor selection panel, the entire vessel shook quickly and violently for a mere 2 seconds.
The deep yelling and frightening war cry like screams and obscenities were flying a mile a minute as gallons of water flew straight up into the sky from the front of the rust colored panels of the Thames.
As sharp pellets of dew fell to the deck, so did large metal paws; feet. Which supported large metallic legs, as they did thighs, a torso, arms, hands and head. It was a metal human about a hundred times, and more, larger than the size of a human. Height wise, and weight wise.
"They ARE GEARS!!!" A man cried while slipping on the deluged deck, water slipping to every inch of the ship.
"Kaze! Help get the nuclear equipment from the hull and shove these bastards off!!" The same man ordered. Ordered his captain ? .. How dare he .. While torn denim surrounding black leather steel toed work boots dragged against the floor, the young leaders knees bent and sprang quickly as he slid out of the cage of the Screw Elevator and spiraled downward to the hull, while kicking open crate after crate.
"C'mon … no nukes!?!?" Kaze exclaimed as the last crate labeled "N.E.T" was broken open.
"This ships suppose to be loaded with Nets!" A feral growl escaped his throat as an arm of his flew sidewards knocking over a weapons rack.
Before heading back to the spiraling elevator, he crouched down and grabbed a spear with a shining silver head, the shape of a sharp and curving letter "J" almost. A few swirls between his fingers and hands and off to the Elevator it was. His knees and calves allowed him access to higher jumping heights and faster running then normal humans, and because of this he jumped from the lowest floor up to the deck, and hooked his fingers around the linked fence of a cage, managing to swing his way through the "emergency door" and out to the deck again.
Several more twirls of a spear, running to three enemy gears at the front and a fierce looking battle stance was brave, and suicidal. "No MACHINE is going to take away my SECOND HOME!!!"
Three very distinct voices over muffled intercoms were audible, laughing at a single man and a stick willing to throw his life in front of three war machines packed with powerful defense frames, M7 Gatling guns with full clips of ammunition to last 5 minutes worth of straight fire-power, and some odd extra chambers at the sides of the gatling gun.
To Kaze's surprise, he stepped back in confusion for a second. "Aerod's ? .. on a … civilian gear ?"
He shook his head and dashed at the machines not paying attention. His lance stuck out, only half of it's length of 9 feet visible, protruding from the center gears knee. Several electrical sparks flew from that area while two wires slowly started to ignite.
The gears pilot began to panic as he exited his gear from the cockpit, cursing and throwing violent sign language towards Kaze.
Before Kaze was in need of evading punches from the raven haired pilot, in a black wife beaters, black pants of some type of material, looked like Polyester or some other material, and black combat boots, his spear was already twirling and striking the enemy in a strange pattern of low to high or mid blows with the butt of the staff to slashes with it's tip. Blood flew from Kaze's opponents lips, which didn't prevent any cursing. Not giving him a chance to talk, move, guard, or strike back, Kaze had his trusty weapon flowing like water at a comfortable speed of rapid blows where the only visible part of his spear was the gleaming silver tip which was inevitably shining in the light of the sun. A back flip and a tighter grip on the pole, followed by a dashing pace and yell along with a bottom to raising diagonal slash struck the beaten up raider.
"You bastard!! .. How can you fi… fight !?!? … Your just a lamb!, a surface dweller! .. A god damned SAILOR! … Fuck we weren't expecting this!!!!" After a brutal beating of a guy who apparently had no knowledge of hand to hand combat, a large plane which was much larger than the Thames flew slowly over the vessel, a transport pad lowering in range for the Gears, making room for a perfect escape. Two gears jumped on the pad, while the single pilot with no other weapons other than his machine engaged his gear with lack of anything to say, rather embarrassment of being literally destroyed by a "civilian" and exited the same way; the crew of the Thames staring in half astonishment and half happiness.
The next 20 minutes was silent, and Kaze had started to sweat heavily now, and not just from the exponentially increasing temperature since sunrise.
He walked past gawking crew members, sharing dirty and annoyed looks with them.
"Alright already I lost my favorite weapon, half of you are soaked and we were attacked by gears! … SHOWS OVER!" he yelled, taking a slight pause. "BACK TO WORK!"
With this the crew began to collect supplies to clear off the deck of water while Kaze head up to report to the captain of the Thames and headmaster Hans.
-"…Why the hell … I'm a damned mechanic .. If anything I should have been throwing wrenches for Deus' sake .. Not a .. pole arm .. What the hell WAS that…"-
| Un Luna ~ 9:57am
"Well kiddo… whut do ya call that little act ya performed fer us just now!?" A semi-sober voice passed through the walls of the Screw Elevator like heated steel on a bar of butter.
"Um .. Sir .. I mean .. I er…. I …" Kaze shyly opened the door to the control center, not sure himself about what had happened.
"Meh boy! .. That was a gear you punctured! .. How'd you do that!?!?" He asked, while staring out the window along with his sidekick Hans, who was a little under half the captains height.
"Sir .. The metal apparently was made of a poor copper and titanium alloy, the copper to titanium ratio must have been extremely off balance for my spear tip to pierce through that metal deep like that .. I'd assume that it would be a 1 to 6 ratio" While taking a deep breath, he had hoped the captain would buy that load of bull. It made logical sense. Gears defense performance was altered greatly if it's components weren't equally balanced if constructed of even at least one weaker element, regardless of it's frame attachments. So it would only make sense if he were able to do what he had accomplished.
The captain had turned around slowly, his jacket tearing with the friction of the material and the rusting steel planks. "Boy .. Yer a mechanic AND a fine one at that … but that volleying spearing and knowledge of gears .. Civilians do not know th's much about gears meh boy .."
A hard swallow made Kaze's throat slightly sore as he stared down at his feet and sighed. "I'm sorry sir .. It was just an automatic thing.. I'll try not to be more open with my knowledge of the topic.."
The short dolphin demi-human Hans wabbled back to the control panel and steering wheel before getting to listen to one of his captain's grand lectures. Able to press one of the buttons labled, "Int.Com" he spoke to thin air. His voice being spread thoroughly through every speaker on the Thames.
"Two Hours Until Arrival upon the Aquavy Islands!!"
Kaze looked straight up and past the window out into the sea. The islands becoming larger, and larger each passing minute. -"Hans must have the propellers speeding up now…I still don't understand "- He thought, absentmindedly looking at his hands. "Sir, would you allow me to rest until we arrive at the Islands ?"
A simple nod was all the approbation he needed as an OK. He turned around into the Screw Elevator and headed down to the lower parts of the Thames. His room not far from a weapons storage area containing the crates with the "N.E.T" Labels.
Having to share a bunk with a fellow crew mate, lucky enough to get the bottom, he walk to his room, and past the pile of clothes, whites and denim to his bed. Setting on the edge, lifting his legs and sliding sidewards into his bed, not bothering to cover himself in the sheets.
He close his eyes, trying to get some rest, trying to clear his mind of this early morning. The more he tried, the harder it became. The more clearer it became… that he fought and brutally wounded a human being. What seemed like hours, brought weariness to his mind and eyes. Voices became audible. Several familiar but unrecognizable voices. A few which stood out. "Kaze .. Come home.. Please be alive…",
And "We know your out there somewhere … just come home to us when this is over …". One stood out the most though….
"…. Hurry…
For with time as your master …
I shall consume you….."
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([ An ::A/N:: ----- I'm trying to think of anything someone might ask. Um ..
This is about .. Alright I'll say 15 years after Fei, Elly and co. destroy the Zohar/Wave Existance, Deus, etc. Shevat's back up in the air, the Anima Relics and Omni Gears are missing. Solaris, Geblar, and the Ethos are also out completely. Bart and co. now rule Aveh. Billy, his father and sister run the orphange. Citan, Fei and Elly live in the Lahan (sp?) being rebuilt, the Uzuki family moving down into town from their mountain home. Not to forget to mention that Emerelda lives there as well. Okay .. If you have any other questions which I'm sure I havent covered then leave 'em in a post, and I'll let ya know about 'em if I CAN answer them. )]