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Chapter 1: The Mercenary
He looks up at the beautiful morning sky. The sun overhead shining down on his face as he doesn't even flinch. The clouds white as snow floating high up above the blue shy, shading what little of the sun's dazzling rays. All is quiet, because he has blocked out all noises. Because he can. He takes it all in with an inhale and an exhale.
Suddenly he sees flying machines overhead in the sky. This reminds him of where is is right now. He lowers his head back to level ground as the sounds came back to him. The sounds of a battle. Soldiers war crying and charging with guns blazing, tanks booming, and planes zooming.
This man's description is light skin and is slightly below average height, with a lean and toned build. He has spiky blond hair that features one particularly long spike. Outfitted with a standard uniform: indigo pants with a sleeveless shirt, and a belt, brown boots, gauntlets with a pauldron over his left shoulder, a band in his left wrist, and a silver earring in his left ear.
This man is Cloud Strife. The mercenary.
Feeling prepared, Cloud walks among the charging army. The army in question is a rebel army called, BIRD. Which is an abbreviated word for Brave Intrepid Righteous Deliverers. Along side are cadets of Class Zero from the Academy Town called Vermillion, and the Royal and Noble Armies of the Kingdom of Empyrean. These three factions were in battle with a military force called the Cocytus Empire. This was a battle for a city. One of the territories belonging to Empyrean that was taken by the empire.
Soldiers charged with guns blazing in far off distances, and swords clashing with others in up close combat. Both sides suffered great casualties. Yet throughout all of the carnage the allied forces were breaking through the empire's defenses and trooped through the retaliation.
"Fire!" Shouted an Allied Soldier.
Tanks open fired on the Empire's fortress with shells of bright luminescence. These giant behemoths are called Magitek. Science Technology and Magical Sorcery combined into a power invention.
Another magitek invention came in the form of a battering ram. Despite the empire's magitek mobile suits, this colossus was unhinged thanks to it's protective barrier. Raiders were ready to take the plunge.
"Alright men! Get in position!" Shouted a commander.
One of the operators aimed the battering ram at the sealed door and pressed the trigger, launching the battering ram at the reinforced door and making a major dent in it. It reeled back for a second launch.
"Fire at will!" Shouted an imperial offer.
The imperials opened fore at the Allies Battering Ram Magitek, but to no avail. However, Allied Magitek Aircraft came souring overhead and out came an halo jump of Allied Soldiers. Cloud was among them.
As soon as the imperials saw them, Cloud struck at them with his buster sword in hand.
At this point, the Battering Ram Magitek broke through the gate.
"Charge!" Shouted the general. "Bring me the general's head! You will be handsomely rewarded if you do!"
Upon hearing this orders. The men recklessly swarmed the the gate and flushed their way inside the the fortress compound. Off course they met resistance, but they kept pressing forward.
Among them were three other mercenaries. One was a teenager with unruly brown hair and light blue eyes. Wearing a black leather bomber jacket with a fur trim collar and a v-neck white shirt, black pants with three interconnecting red belts, and black boots and gloves. He has a silver stud in his left ear, and wears a silver chain necklace with a Griever pendant and a matching ring. And a scar across his face. His weapon was a gun blade which was quite effective in combat
He is Squall Leonhart.
Another was fighting with his bare fists. He had a uniquely styled spiky blond hair and blue eyes. He wears a black vest with a red decor along the zipper, a black beater, baggy denim shorts, and black and red tennis shoes. He has a black tribal tattoo on the left side of his face.
He is Zell Dincht.
Finally their was girl fighting with nunchaku. She was wearing a yellow mini-dress that is a miniskirt/overall hybrid with clasps over shoulders, clip at the front, a frontal zipper that travels the full length of the dress and two large back pockets. She wears a silver pendant, a blue strap on her left wrist and brown boots that reach mid-calf.
She is Selphie Tilmitt.
"YEAH!" Well shouted energetically. "Bring 'em on!"
"You seem all excited!" Selphie giggled, despite her clumsy situations.
"Hell yeah I am!" Zell smirked. "We're taking down these imperial bastards!"
"Stay focused, guys." Squall ordered.
Squall was acting like a true leader, despite the fact he wasn't.
"Out my way chicken-wusses!" Said a snarky voice.
All three mercenaries groaned in annoyance, for they know that voice all too well and who it belonged to. Jumping in a killing off a bunch of imperial enemies.
A short blond hair, blue-green eyes and a scar across his forehead and nose like Squall like the mirror image of him in many ways. He wears a blue vest with a cross design lined in white, a gray coat with an emblem resembling the symbol of the Cross of Saint James on the sleeves, black gloves and boots and a silver chain with a tag.
He is Seifer Almasy.
An arrogant and self-centered rebel. As he smirks arrogantly at the troupe.
"Don't forget that I am your leader and that you will obey MY orders. Remember your place under MY heel!" Seifer taunted.
"YOU SHUT THE HELL UP, IDIOT! HE AIN'T YOUR LAPDOGS!" Well retorted in anger.
"Oh but you are lapdogs. MY lapdogs. You three were assigned to me. There for you are my lapdogs. So get used to it." Seifer said still smirking his smug look.
"Why you little-!"
"Zell! Calm down! We have a mission to complete." Selphie said trying to be the voice of reason.
"Selphie is right. Let's focus on the battle so we can take back the kingdom's territory." Squall said.
"Shut up, Squall! I'M the one here giving the orders!" Seifer growled and glared at his rival.
"That's enough, Seifer!" Said a female voice.
The troupe looked over and saw imperials being wiped out by a whip. The weirder was a woman wearing a salmon zipped vest, with a gold-rimmed fold-over collar, that is zipped just below the ribcage exposing her midriff. She wears brown arm warmers and brown gloves, a long salmon skirt with a silver waistband, black pants, a brown belt and black shoes. She has blue eyes and wears her blond hair tied up held with a silver comb accessory, and has two long fringes framing her face.
She is Quistis Trepe. Their instructor.
"A leader must always be considerate of his comrades." Quistis lectured.
"Hmph! 'Comrades'? What a useless word. A leader always uses those at his disposal. These lackeys are just canon fodder. Nothing more and nothing less." Seifer said all smug again.
"Lackeys!? Canon fodder!? I'll show you-!" Well shouted in anger.
"Stop, Zell." Squall intervened.
"Come on, man! Why won't you let me at 'im!?" Well complained.
"In any case, I don't have time to sit here and listen you your useless lectures, you stupid bimbo. I have a job to do. So if you're done wasting my time, grab your friends, grab your shit, and go home." Seifer said arrogantly at Quistis.
Naturally Quistis scoffed in anger as Seifer walked off into battle.
"Excuse me!?"
"Let him go, Quistis." Squall said. "He's not worth it."
"What a jerk." Selphie said.
"Damn straight he is." Zell nodded.
Just in the back ground they saw a whole bunch of imperials being defeated one after another by a group of young youths.
"Seems like Class Zero is really getting their game on." Zilla smirked.
These youths all wear a similar school uniform composed of of black jackets, white pants for the boys, red skirts and knee-high black socks for the girls, red capes and a brown pack.
A boy with short blond hair and light blue eyes and his weapon are cards. Not just any ordinary cards, but ones composed of magic.
He is Ace.
A brunette girl with dark blue eyes and her weapon is a flute, using magic to enchant or curse.
She is Deuce.
Another blond boy with blue eyes and also a master marksmen with his bow and arrows.
He is Trey.
Another girl but with short, flared auburn hair and steel-blue eyes and armed with a single magical pistol.
She is Cater.
Another girl with long, braided, ginger hair and teal eyes and wielding a mace and yet clumsily swinging it around.
She is Cinque.
Another girl with white hair tied in a messy ponytail and blue eyes and wielding a massive Scythe.
She is Sice.
Another silver haired girl but with violet eyes and swinging around a Whipblade.
Her name is Seven.
A boy with chestnut hair and eyes and also using his fists but wrapped in knuckles, much like Zell.
His name is Eight.
A hotheaded boy with messy blond hair, light blue eyes and a scarred face. Whirling and twirling his lance.
His name is Nine.
Another boy with coiffed blond hair and blue eyes and wielding a katana.
He is Jack.
A girl with long black hair with bangs clipped back with a green barrette. She has violet eyes and wears glasses. And wielding her sword.
She is Queen.
A boy with long blond hair and red eyes and wielding and shooting his dual handguns.
He is King.
Two more individuals, one a boy with dark hair and green eyes, and wielding Twin Rapiers, named Machina Kunagiri and a girl with shoulder-length brown hair and red eyes and wielding twin daggers, named Rem Tokimiya, both fight together.
These cadets are Class Zero.
"It's the Red Demons!" Shouted an imperial solider.
"Enemy moral is breaking. Continuing assault." Ace said.
However, as the battle continued, both sides have stopped fighting as one of the allied forces were massacred by an armored military Freak wielding a massive buster sword. All the imperials stayed behind him, not doubt he is the general. While the allied forces all backed away and trembled with fear.
"It's the general, Thrym!" An allied solder shouted in a quiver of fear.
"Thrym!? You mean the great Imperial general!?"
"I heard he fought a Behemoth and won!"
Thrym only chuckled.
"So!? Who else wants to feel my Legendary Blade!? Come on! Bring it on!?" Thrym shouted in his booming voice.
"Ha! Legendary my ass!" Seifer said as he entered the battlefield. "You'll be nothing but a pile of guts when I'm done with you!"
"You got guts, kid! Too bad I got to spill them!" Thrym chuckled.
"It'll be yours!" Seifer said as he dashed in a swung his sword at the hulk.
But despite his size, Thrym was fast and blocked Seifer's attack.
"WHAT!?" Seifer gawked in shock and disbelief.
What followed suit was Thrym swinging his massive blade at Seifer. Luckily Seifer managed to block the attack, but he was sent flying into a building, gravely injuring him in the process.
"Not… possible…" Seifer groaned in pain before going out cold.
"I figured something like this might happen to him." Quistis sighed in annoyance.
"HA! What an idiot!" Zell said. "Guess it's my time to out shine the bastard!"
Zell recklessly rushed at Thrym.
"No, Zell! Get back here!" Squall ordered.
But of course he didn't listen. Of course he was no match for Thrym as he was swatted away by the sides of the blade and sent hurling at another building also being knocked out cold.
"Idiot." Squall groaned.
"Class Zero! Focus magical attacks, since physical doesn't seem to be working!" Ace said.
"Right! Lets do it!" Queen nodded in response.
All of Class Zero launched a torrent of magical attacks at Thrym. Ranging from Fire, Lighting, and Ice based magics. Yet they did nothing.
"Huh!? It didn't work!?" Deuce reacted in shock.
"Damn! The empire's latest Magitek model." Trey speculated.
"Put! Whatever! We can still take him!" Nine said.
"You bet we can!" Cater joined in.
"Let's slice him to pieces!" Sice too.
All three hot heads charged at the Freak.
"Hey stop you guys!" King called out.
But it was no use. They charged and attacked, completely ignoring the fact that Thrym is immune to both physical and magical attacks.
"Oh come on, man!" Cater complained.
"Say goodnight, you little brats!" Thrym said sinisterly.
He swung his massive sword at the three intending to kill them. Once again all three cadets blocked, but suffered the same fate as Seifer. Being flung away.
"Oh no!" Machina gawked.
"Guys!" Rem reacted in worry.
"You idiots!" Queen retorted.
"Is that all you maggots got!?" Thrym said.
"Quit you're daudling!" Shouted the Ally General. "What are you cowards waiting for!? Someone kill him already!"
But after seeing the best of the best being wasted by this Goliath of a soldier, the moral of the Allied forces was weakening. Fear was shared all around.
"You go!"
"No! YOU do it!"
"He must be joking!"
"No reward is worth THIS!"
This made the general mad.
"YOU ARE ALL COWARDS!" The general shouted, insulting his own men.
"Ha! No response! Have dicks shriveled and shrunk so much that they went inside your guts!?" Thrym chuckled. "Come my men! Let's show these allied dogs no mercy!"
"YEAH!" All the Imperial soldiers cheered.
Their moral was now higher than ever before. Things were not looking good.
"Gouge out their eyes! Pull out their innards! We'll feed them to the Chocobos later!" Thrym said.
But then suddenly everyone's attention was drawn to a single swordsman walking through the crowd of allied forces. The same blonde spiked haired mercenary from before. It was Cloud. As he stepped onto the open circle facing his new opponent.
All was silent as muttered were shared all around.
"Who's that?"
"He looks so young. Like Class Zero."
"What's with that sword?"
"It's just for show. He's going get slaughtered."
"Yeah. No one can defeat Thrym."
Cloud didn't pay any attention to the men's muttering as his focus was on his target. After all the general said anyone who kills him will be rewarded.
"1000 Gil." Cloud said in his low based voice.
"What?" The general reacted confused.
Cloud sighed a groan in annoyance. He gestured his head at Thrym. He was talking about the price for killing Thrym, yet he couldn't believe he had to explain it when it was painfully obvious.
"That's how much I want for this giant meat sack. We're mercenaries, not soldiers. At the end of the day you can't eat glory." Cloud said out loud.
This got the imperials and Thrym angry at Cloud's remarks.
"How dare he disrespect General Thrym!"
"Yeah! Let's teach him al lesson!"
"No. Thrym has this one. He'll kill that blond bastard straight to Hell."
"Yeah! This is going to be great!"
"Hey. Isn't that the mercenary that recently joined the Vermillion Academy?" Selphie asked.
"Yes. Though he isn't a student at our school." Quistis said.
Squall focused on Cloud with curiosity.
"What is he planning?" Squall wondered.
"Hmph! Very well. Defeat him, and 700 Gil is yours." The General said.
"Cheap bastard." Cloud muttered under his breath. "Fine then."
Taking up is Buster Sword, Cloud enters the battlefield against Thrym. Thrym on the other hand analyzed his new opponent, but didn't think much of him due to his size and arrogantly judging him on that.
"You'll regret this boy." Thrym said in a low tone. "You'll be sorry you lost your head over 700 measly Gil."
But then suddenly Cloud dashed at Thrym at such high speeds that it caught Thrym off guard. Cloud launched his attack at Thrym, that Thrym could only defend while Cloud assaulted him with wave after wave of heavy blows.
All the soldiers of both sides all stared in shock that Cloud was putting Thrym is a corner.
"He's forcing Thrym back!"
"But no one has ever done that before!"
"Who the Hell is he!?"
At this point Seifer regained consciousness just in time to witness Cloud gaining an edge against Thrym.
"What the…? What happened." Seifer groaned. "What the hell!? Who is that blonde haired bastard!? And why is he stealing MY glory!?"
Seifer, angered by someone else winning against his quarry, stood up and got ready to jump in.
"Nobody takes my prize and walks away!"
"Stop." Squall said jumping in.
"Squall!? Get the Hell out of my way!"
"This is HIS fight. Stay out of it." Squall said.
Of course Seifer wasn't the only one here who was confused who Cloud was.
"Who is he?" Seven wondered.
"Who indeed." King added.
"He's incredible!" Rem said in awe.
"Such power." Machina as well.
"I wonder." Ace pondered.
Cloud continue his onslaught against Thrym, until Theym kicked Cloud away. However Cloud landed on his feet with ease.
"Alright! You had your fun, boy!" Thrym growled.
He lifted his his sword high up, but this left an opening for Cloud to exploit. Thrym swung down his massive blade, but Cloud raised his in defense. But this time Cloud wasn't flung like the rest. Cloud then forced Thrym back once more, leaving him wide open and defenseless. Cloud swung his buster sword right at Thrym's waist, cutting him in the guts. Blood spilled out and Thrym groaned and gawked in pain.
All the soldiers of both sides all gawked in shock at the display. Thrym was kneeling in pain. Cloud got ready for the finishing blow.
"No, wait! I yield to the better man! Please have mercy on me!" Thrym begged.
"Mercery? That word is not registered in YOUR mind." Cloud growled.
Not giving Thrym the satisfaction, the indulgence, or the humor to live, Cloud swund down his sword onto Thrym's head. Spliting it open and killing him instantly.
Thrym's dead body fell back with a thud at the feet of the shocked Imperials. Once again both sides stared in shock in the after math of the dual. All was silent until the allied army cheered in victory.
"Now! Their moral is broken! CHARGE!" The General Ordered.
In that instant, all Allied Forces charged at the imperials with no mercy or hesitation. Without Thrym, the imperial army's moral had instantly plummeted to rock bottom and found themselves completely overwhelmed.
Cloud just stood their and watched at the battle was now coming to a close.
"Amazing! He killed an imperial general!" Selphie stared in awe.
"He has some skill." Zell said, recovering from his coma.
Seifer on the other hand was angry as he glared at the unbeknownst Cloud.
"That bastard…" Seifer growled.
Meanwhile on one of the terraces of the fortress was a small band. These were rebels of BIRD.
"It's… It's Cloud! Said a female voice full of joy.
It was a woman with dark brown hair, occasionally appearing black, which falls below her waist and is tied at the tips to form a dolphin-tail split. Her eye color red and wearing a sleeveless shirt that exposes her midriff, a miniskirt and white teardrop earrings, white tank top and black mini-skirt with a belt and suspenders. Doning red and black gloves that extend to her elbows, red boots, black socks, and a metal guard on her left elbow.
She is Life Lockhart.
"I can't believe it's Cloud! I haven't seen him in awhile!"
"You know him?" Asked a masculine voice.
He has light blond hair, blue eyes, and a stubble beard. Wears a black bandanna, black gloves, large gray boots, a light blue vest over a black shirt, and a striped blue scarf hanging from a belt. He wears a beige trench coat with frayed hems that functions as his weapon as it is fused with Antimatter Manipulation Principle (AMP) technology. And a cat pendant, the logo.
He is Snow Villiers.
"Yeah. We grew up together in the same town."
"Wow! What a coincidence." Snow reacted in awe. "He sure is skilled. Guess that means we won by default."
"Give me a break. He's not so impressive. We got here late. That's all." Said a grunting voice.
He is a heavy-set, muscular dark-skinned man with a dirty brown vest, green pants and large brown boots. His right arm replaced with a the gun-arm. Wearing several bands of metal around his waist and his remaining arm, and a tattoo of a skull surrounded by flames that form the image of wings on his left shoulder. His hair is cut similar to a hi-top fade and he has a thick beard and a dog-tag around his neck. He has three scars on his right cheek.
He is Barret Wallace.
"Blame the higher ups! It's not our fault. And besides, the kingdom can't exactly trust a bunch of rebels like us, remember?" Snow said.
"I know that! But they should get the point by now that we are on their side, the Allied Forces!" Barret retorted.
Narration
This is the world called Dissidia, and the era is Gemini 13, 2099 M.E.. Two powers controlled the continents. One of the central continent of Midgard, the Empyrean Kingdom and all of it's allies. The empire of the continent of Asgard, the Empire of Cocytus. Both powers depended on a precious mineral, Crystals, for their survival, and its growing scarcity led to the inevitable war. Hostilities began when the Empire aggressively crossed the border. Allies responded, and the Great War was on. The Empire, with its vast military superiority, struck hard, gaining ground in early victories and putting The Allies on the defensive. Emboldened by their progress and momentum, the Empire set their sights on Empyrean with the rich stores of Crystals under the soil proved too tempting for the Empire. It amassed troops along the border, and invaded with all the force of an avalanche.
Chapter 1 Complete!This is a fan-made Dissidia story set in a universe of it's own. Hopefully you all enjoy it! Stay tuned for more! Read it, review it, and tell me what you people think. This is just here for people to enjoy. :)