And now, presented to you by Rusty, the Anime-Niac...
A Final Fantasy Seven fic...
Because someone asked for it.
The Swords of Wutai
Just read it...
Prologue
"Honey, I have some bad news," Garvin told his wife, Elmyra. They both sat down at the table on the first floor, staring into each other's eyes.
"What is it, dear?" she asked concernedly.
"It's the war in Wutai. Shinra needs more troops to send in, and so I've been drafted. My chopper leaves for Junon in two days."
Elmyra's eyes started welling up with tears, but she nodded softly. "Okay," she whispered.
"I hope you understand. It wasn't my choice to go, but I don't have an option here. You know that one soldier can mean the difference between victory and defeat, right?"
Elmyra nodded; she understood the situation completely. She had thought this day might come for some time. But, now that it was finally here, she wasn't as ready as she thought she would be.
The days passed quickly, and Elmyra packed whatever things Garvin would be able to take. Then, in what seemed like an instant when she looked back, but took eons to pass, he was gone. He boarded the train bound for Midgar, and the next thing she knew he was leaving on a helicopter. Later, she would find relief in Aries, but that was a long way down the road.
Garvin had many more things lying before him.
Chapter 1 - The New Recruits
"Alright, everyone! Make a line!" shouted the drill instructor. As Garvin remembered it, the director at the chopper station had said the same thing before the five people were crated inside. Aside from him, there were two males and two females. None of them talked to each other during the trip. The chopper had set them down outside Junon, and radio confirmed that the transport ship was running late. So Garvin, the other four from his chopper, and another six groups of five were all assembled into an early boot camp.
The groups of five were each given squad letters, and Garvin had the 'luck' to be in squad A. That meant that he was supposed to be better then everyone in the other squads. A tall order, but not impossible. At least, he didn't think it would be. Training would prove that impossibilities were much more frequent than it seemed.
Garvin stood in the middle of the line, the two girls on his left, the two guys on his right.
"Okay, boys and girls, I'm going to take a role call now. Just like back in school, right? Well just make sure that the first and last word out of your mouths is 'sir'. Got it?"
The response was unanimous. "Sir, yes sir!"
"Good! You all aren't as stupid as a piece of dryer lint! But it gets harder than that. My title is Sergeant First Class Striker. To all of you dirtbags, I am God! Understood?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Drop and give me thirty!"
"Sir, yes sir!"
Garvin was the first to finish thirty pushups, and promptly stood when he was done.
"Did I tell you to stop doing pushups, private?"
Garvin stammered for the right answer.
"Maybe you didn't hear me clearly. I said do thirty!"
"Sir, I did thirty, sir!" he responded.
"Not thirty, you idiot! Thirty, as in one-hundred-twenty!"
At this point, the others finished and stood up. One was foolish enough to pose a question.
"Sir, what happened to role call?" she asked. Striker walked up into her face and started shouting.
"Oh, excuse me miss. Well let's start, shall we? Private dirtbag? HERE!" he screamed in her face. She nearly passed out at his breath.
"Now, let me explain something. When I tell you to do one pushup, you do four. Got it? 1-2-3-4, 2-2-3-4, 3-2-3-4, 4-2-3-4, and so on! Now, drop and give me thirty!"
A squad was starting to understand. When they finished the grueling 120 pushups, and finished panting, the drilling continued.
"Well, I think we've done enough work for now. How does a nice relaxing bath followed by a good dinner sound?"
Of course they knew that this had to be a ploy, but they all groaned in agreement.
"What's that? You want to go get a bath and a meal?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Then follow me, crunchies!"
"Sir, yes sir!"
He hopped onto an ATV, and started driving slowly away from Junon. Garvin spoke out.
"Sir, you're going the wrong... way..." he said, pausing as he did so. The sergeant reversed and stared him down.
"What'd you say, private?" he demanded.
"Sir, you're going the wrong way, sir!" came the response loud and clear.
"Oh no, I'm going the right way. Your attitude is what's going the wrong way, and your career will be too if you keep this up! We're going for a run, then a swim! Then we get to eat some rock! Now follow me!" he ordered, heading off again.
"Sir, yes sir!"
No one knew what eating rock meant, but they would find out soon enough. They all jogged off after the ATV, pondering the fate of their swimming session. Most of them didn't really know how to swim.
Okay... that's my first chapter. Following chapters will be longer, K? That is, if you like. I think this is gonna be good, but I need to know what YOU think. So... review, please!