Of Martyrs And Machina Obscura

By Jave Harron

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy X and Spira are property of Squaresoft. This story will not be used for only purposes of entertainment, not commercial ones.

Notes: To see what FFX has been crossed with, see the appendix to my other story, In The Eyes Of God. This entire story is just an experiment for me, to test my ability to write crossovers. If you, the reader, do not like it, I will take your comments to heart.

Prologue: Surgeons

One year before the Eternal Calm, unknown location

Rakul Citch was stunned in horror. Three strange people had restrained him to a strange wall with no visible chains. It was as if gravity itself was keeping him still.

The two men and woman that held him said nothing to him. They each had unique features, however. They all shared a green membrane on the back of their necks.

One of the men had a mechanical implant on his face, but other than that and the green membranes, they could pass for normal humans.

He remembered he simply woke up in this place, the small featureless metal room he was in.

The one woman injected him with a syringe full of gray paste, and attached advanced body armor to his torso.

"You are on your own from here, Rakul," the woman said, "All we wish of you is to overthrow Yevon."

Rakul could not respond, though try he might.

"We've looked at your recorded, Rakul Citch. You are one of the most rational and collected people in Spira. If anyone can stop the abomination of government that is the Yevon theocracy, it is you!" one of the men cheered.

"We will give you the tools. For example, that injection will help you heal, control aging, and even find machina. All you need to do is salvage an army. Machina can be rebuilt if damaged. They are the prefect soldiers, for they do not need food nor water," the man with the mechanical implant said.

"Also, there will be a voice in your head that will help you. Do not fear him, for he can help quite a bit," the woman explained.

Rakul closed his eyes, and heard someone speak inside his head.

I look forward to getting to know you, Rakul. Now, you must try to rest.

At this, Rakul began to sleep, as if on cue.

Rakul awoke in cold sweat in his bed on board his salvage ship.

What a dream, he mused to himself.

Glancing in a mirror, he saw he was in strange clothes.

His jaw dropped, for he was in the same advanced armor that the people in the dream gave him.

That was no dream, Rakul. Welcome to your story.

It was then Rakul screamed.