Hello! Firestorm Studios here (you may know me if you go to the Kingdom Hearts area) with a story about Final Fantasy VII. This story is meant to take place just before Crisis Core. This story will have three chapters, so enjoy Chapter 1, and PLEASE leave reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy, or any of its characters, settings or properties. They all belong to Square-Enix. And that goes for every chapter in this story.
Firestorm Studios presents a Final Fantasy VII Fanfiction
SOLDIERS of Shin-Ra
Chapter 1 – Drop Zone Impact
Location: Over a canyon en route to a Shin-Ra military city called Plateau, 200 Kilometres South-East of Junon.
Time: 20:00
The three Shin-Ra assault helicopters cut swathes of noise and light over the canyon below, tearing the usual night-time peace asunder. The noise of crackling over the radio in the cockpit irritated the annoyed SOLDIER in the back even further than he currently was. The SOLDIER, with his enormous black trenchcoat and silver hair reaching down past his back, was annoyed. Two days, they told him. Two days and you can come back, not caring about the futile struggles of a doomed resistance group. It was two days that Sephiroth would rather spend practicing or just reciting poetry with Angeal and Genesis. But instead he was called to help out the military to put down a resistance effort by a couple of townspeople with guns. Honestly, you'd think the military could handle it.
Sephiroth's thoughts were cut short by a noise over the radio: "Drop in 3 minutes – all troops, get ready and good luck." Sephiroth smiled, sniffing the anticipation of combat all around him. As if he needed good luck. He picked up his Masamune, and to the shock of his troops, jumped out of the back of the helicopter.
The wind greeted him, sending his long silver hair flying upwards. "This is Sephiroth, commencing jump." He said into the microphone mounted on his ear.
He very quickly got a reply. "Sephiroth, you were not authorized to commence jump – intelligence reports tell us that enemy forces are almost 3 minutes away by helicopter." The SOLDIER smirked, although they couldn't see it.
"The enemy has moved to underneath my current position." Sephiroth said, preparing his Masamune.
"How do you know?" Came the reply.
Sephiroth swung his sword at the yellow lights coming fast his way, and two clanks of metal-on-metal, and two sparks of the bullets being blocked. "I know because they're firing at me. Make all troops turn back to my position and jump. I'll clear the drop zone." Several more of the bullets came his way. He did the calculations quickly in his head – only a few of them posed a threat. Sephiroth held his blade defensively in front of him, blocking the bullets as they came. Suddenly Sephiroth disappeared. God he loved that Invisible Materia trick.
Down on the ground, someone yelled out, "Cease fire. He's not there. We must have got him." Luckily, none of the enemy noticed the slight tapping noise as he touched down flawlessly.
The enemies lowered their rifles, and Sephiroth had to marvel at their stealth. Sephiroth quickly and silently ran over to their 4 high powered turrets – those monstrosities could destroy Shin-Ra headquarters if they tried. There was a single guard managing each turret. Sephiroth would have to make a little noise here, but the guard was drinking a coffee, clearly not doing his job properly. Sephiroth smirked and dropped his camouflage.
"What the-" The guard managed to say, before Sephiroth silenced him with his sword. Sephiroth laid the body down silently, and jumped onto the cannon, about the size of a rather large house. Sephiroth stuck his Masamune into the barrel's wall, and ran up its almost vertical length easily, jumping off as he pulled his sword out. Just as he touched down, the earth lifted for a second, and the cannon exploded in a ball of green fire, sending burning and sharp fragments everywhere. A chorus of screams arose from the rest of the convoy.
"So," Sephiroth thought, "They were using mako cannons…" The fire swallowed the cannon behind it, creating a second fiery explosion, raising old screams and creating new ones. Sephiroth quickly pulled out a Materia from a pouch on his belt, as enraged enemies ran towards him, guns blazing. Sephiroth pushed the Materia into his arm until it became a glow inside his arm. "BAHAMUT!" Sephiroth yelled, and the dragon rose up before Sephiroth, breathing a great stream of fire. It vaporised the men running toward them, and turned its focus on the third cannon.
The cannon exploded with amazing force, sending burning equipment flying everywhere. A truck flew at Sephiroth, who jumped at it and sliced it in half with the Masamune. The dragon recoiled at the burning debris, and began shooting its fiery beam in every direction, destroying vehicle after vehicle, disintegrating man after man in the billion-degree heats. Suddenly, a massive green beam shot out of the 4th cannon, colliding and impaling Bahamut, which fizzled back into the black energy that had summoned it. The cannon turned in his direction. It fired again, a colossal green beam of mako, straight at him. At the last second, Sephiroth put back on his Invisible Materia and jumped. He slashed his sword into mid-air, sending a great blue blade of air toward the cannon – it impacted with a grinding noise, and the cannon chopped in half where the blade of air had impacted. One final green explosion took place, shaking the earth for a last time. When the rumbling and heat had passed, Sephiroth looked up over the scorched battlefield, with dead bodies and destroyed equipment scattered about, the air thick with green smoke. His invisibility faded out and the Materia vanished from his arm.
Suddenly, the smoke was torn open by bullets – most of them missed, and he swung his Masamune to block a bullet, but then a single bullet, too fast, easily pierced his coat and hit him in the chest. Sephiroth gasped in pain, holding his chest. The soldiers descended warily through the smoke. Sephiroth swallowed down his pain and leapt at them, jumping out of the smoke and slashing dead the first soldier. The other soldiers shot at him, but he managed to block the shots and swung, killing them all with a single air blade. Then Sephiroth dropped, clutching his chest. He looked at his right hand, covered in his blood. His Masamune dropped from his left hand. He managed to put it up to his ear. "Drop zone… Clear." He breathed into the earpiece. He held his chest, just concentrating on breathing. He heard the loud choppers coming from above, and Shin-Ra troops dropping down to the ground on lines.
The Sergeant, dressed in a red uniform rather than a blue, came over to him. "Commander Sephiroth, you're hurt."
Sephiroth nodded. "I just need a bit – it's a wound all right. It won't affect my combat, but I do need a night to heal. The mako in my veins will fix it up."
The good Sarge nodded. "Leave this to us, sir. We'll search for any survivors amongst the resistance forces." Sephiroth nodded his approval.
Then, a Shin-Ra grunt burst in. "Commander! Sir Sephiroth! We have a survivor!" Sephiroth didn't say anything, just went off to find a suitable place to lean against and sleep.
A bunch of grunts brought the prisoner up – he was dark-skinned and very well built, wearing a military outfit and appeared to have a gatling gun for a right arm. "Name's Barret Wallace." He said.
"Shut up, prisoner!" A grunt yelled.
"Enough!" The Sergeant yelled at the grunt. "Simmons, would you please take this man over to one of the helicopters for some food and a medical check-up?" The grunt named Simmons nodded and took 3 guards, all guns trained on Barret. The commander watched them until they faded from view, and then ordered the remaining troops to set up a six tents for everyone.
"Oh, and by the way," Sephiroth's cold voice rang out from a wall not far away, "We're meeting up with the forces in Plateau tomorrow? I must heal for that. I hear the commander over there is a SOLDIER."
The commander flipped over his notes. "Yes sir, that is correct. His name is Firestorm, SOLDIER 2nd Class."
Sephiroth smiled in anticipation. "Firestorm…" He repeated to himself.