The city of Aht Urghan was very quiet. Every noise had ceased. All the mercenary adventurers sat there near the Victory Gate, preparing for the threat that was coming closer and closer. They were used to combatting the oncoming assaults of the beastmen, but never before had they had a triple threat coming to attack at once. This single force of the Undead, Trolls, and Mamool Ja would no doubt prove to be more than a challenge. The five generals were reduced to two, and they were gravely injured from the previous attack. Now the mercenary adventurers sat and waited. One these adventurers was an elvaan Corsair, merely playing with his ponytail. The corsair would have fallen asleep, had someone not called out his name.

"Ne, Falgy-san! Where'd Han-chan go off to?" the blonde-haired hume asked him. Falgor, the corsair, simply shrugged and tipped his hat up.

"Beats me. Hanyou always dissapears when you want to go and hug him," he muttered, beginning to clean the barrel of his gun. "Besides, shouldn't you be more worried about Heiji?"

"Heiji didn't want to come today," the hume explained. "She's not feeling all too well."

Falgor chuckled. "My dear Hj-san... if you're worried about her, then-"

"My sister's strong, so I'm not worried. Besides, she's toughed out through worse things."

Hj sat next to Falgor, also cleaning his own gun, but he was not a Corsair, rather, a Ranger. Between the two of them, there was no target Hj could not hit. He had won twenty straight marksman tournaments with little effort. After all, Hj had trained with bows and crossbows when he was young, and a gun was no different to him.

The two were not here to actually fight for the Empire. They were here to fight for pleasure, them and their troupe. After all, they created a Linkshell for people who were more than just "insane", they were "Beyond Crazy". A group of adventurers who lived for the moment and the battle is what they were. Still, they knew when to back off when they were biting off more than they could chew. But, they also believed that a little profit never hurt anyone.

After a while of talking, a Galka clad in his Gallant's armor approached them, smiling. "Hey there."

"Ah, Pain-chan. How've you been?" Hj immediately asked, letting Falgor not have to ask it himself.

"Not too bad," Pain muttered. "Could be better. My son's been acting up today."

Falgor laughed raucously. "I keep forgetting someone young as you already has a child! How is Pain B?"

"Again, he's not too bad. Learning how to use a sword. Wants to become a Paladin like me!"

The trio laughed. The three of them were the original founders of their Linkshell, which automatically made them the best of friends. Of course, they had their disagreements, but everything always turned out right in the end.

"So what do you guys think? Think we'll make it through even the night?"

Both the Ranger and Corsair nodded. "Of course. It's not like the beastmen can attack everyone at once."

"Yeah they can, Hj," Falgor argued. "They've developed tactics over the years of fighting in these battles, and have mastered attacks that can decimate any group around them. Now what is your opinion of our survival?"

The blonde-haired ranger shrugged. "I still say no matter the odds, we will win. Besides, if we lost and died, I would never be able to see my beloved Falgor again..."

Falgor laughed. "Careful now, Hj. Someone might take you seriously."

"But I am serious..."

He got up, laughing again and walking away, then waved farewell to them, and told them he was merely taking a walk through the city. As he did, he listened in on the other groups that were among his own. Nervous conversations, plans of attack, very few of them deviated from that. Eventually, he came upon a part of the town nobody seemed to be, then looked up at the twilit sky, feeling an unusual amount of peace wash over him. After about ten minutes of this peace, he went back into the brooding chaos of the mercenaries. Falgor quickly returned to his friends, who had gathered their Linkshell members already, which was forty men and women strong. Hj turned, smiling.

"We were waiting. We have to psych everyone up before the battle."

Falgor grinned, then took his place next to Hj, and Pain was to the left.

"Alright! Why do we fight?!" Hj asked the members.

"We fight for the purity of battle and the safety of civillians!"

"How do we fight?!" Pain asked next.

"We fight to the last man! No giving up! No retreat!"

"Who are we?!" Falgor asked last.

Then, everyone shot their fists into the sky, and replied, "We are BeyondCrazy!"

The members cheered, gaining the assumed disrespect of their peers around them. It made Falgor happy, though, to know that he had the backup of his closest friends. After the team had settled down, everyone's heads turned when a Tarutaru woman was being held back by the Immortals. She was screaming, kicking, biting and hollering.

"Please! Let me findaru my child! She's the only thing I have leftaru!" she pleaded. The two Blue Mages simply dragged her away, grumbling.

"Sorry, but we cannot allow you outside the Al Zahbi gates in this dire time."

"PLEASE!" she begged again. "Send someone to findaru him! Please! Please..."

"We're not risking the life of a useful soldier over a useless child."

Falgor scowled, then walked over to the two Immortal sentries, then folded his arms. "Excuse me..."

"Get back to your post," one of them quickly ordered, but quickly Falgor shook his head.

"I'm not going anywhere," he said, drawing his knife on them, "until you send someone to get that child."

The Blue Mage looked at him with contempt. Obviously, the Corsairs and the Immortals were not exactly on good terms, but they had to band together in this time of need. Still, this did not stop them from acting more superior. "Do you not understand orders?"

The Corsair laughed. "That's the thing about me..." he paused, blowing his Chocobo Whistle. "I don't like orders!"

The two Immortals were about to drop the Tarutaru woman and lunge at him, if it were not for a green chocobo about to ram into them. He jumped onto its back, laughing in triumph as his friends cheered him on. As he sped out toward the twilight sky, the sun set in its final stages of its daily life, letting the moon take its own.

Don't worry kid... You'll live long enough to see your mom again! Count on it!