I do not own Final Fantasy Tactics or any of the characters within. Unless of course, you've never seen their names, that means I made them up. I only wish I could make money off of this.

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The Playstation 2 start-up tone could be heard from the next room, where Hunter could hear it walking to the kitchen. He poured a bowl of chips and grabbed root beer out of the fridge door. On his way back to the living room, he grabbed a binder off the desk shelf. Since the disc was already in, the light piano tones of the introduction were pouring from the speakers on the floor. He hit start and loaded up his saved game, the new one just outside the first location. He thought What else do I do on a snowday? It was probably the biggest snowday Rochester had ever seen. Quite literally twelve feet of snow had fallen in less than 3 hours last night. The plows couldn't even get out their garages, and apparently the workers had come out through the roves with heat guns trying to melt it down.

Of course, none of this mattered to Hunter, who was busy cursing out Algus for drinking his potions. "Stupid traitorous ass…" The room's lights would keep flickering every so often, so Hunter would save at every opportunity, to stave off the effects of a power failure. He had made it all the way to Fort Zeakden before it happened. The power surged and the TV exploded. The last thing Hunter remembered was his own yell of "Aw shit…"

Hunter felt rain on his head, stone under his back. Then voices. First a woman "Will he be alright?"

Then an older man, "Doesn't matter to me."

The woman again, "Shut up Gafgarion!"

A younger man spoke up, "I think he's waking up."

Hunter sat up looked around, rubbed his eyes, and looked again. He was about ready to faint again too. Around him stood two men and a woman, all in heavy armor. The woman has blue armor and eyes, and blond hair in a long braid. The older man bore a gray mustache and old brown armor. The young man also had blond hair and blue eyes, his armor was a dark blue, and one bit of hair refused to stay in place. He shook his head slowly.

"This…is impossible!"

The woman spoke up, "I'd have to agree with you. It's not every day a bolt of lightning deposits someone out of the sky."

Hunter blinked, "Lightning? Sky?"

The blond man nodded, "Yeah, lightning stuck hard right here, we came out and found you. Do you remember anything?"

"An explosion, there was an explosion. And…that's it."

Hunter had decided it would be better not to tell the truth. Because the truth was, he knew who all of them were, and everything that will happen to them. I'm IN the game he thought, and didn't know what to do. Then the older man, Gafgarion spoke up.

"You got a name kid?"

He nodded, "I'm Hunter"

The woman stepped up, "I am Agrias, the uncouth mercenary is Gafgarion, and this boy is Ramza."

Ramza nodded his head, "Nice to meet you."

Gafgarion fidgeted, he was ready to move on, "Well, if we want to save the Princess, we had best get moving. I guess the church will take care of him."

Hunter stood and shook some of the rain off, "Wait, I'll go with you!"

Gafgarion grunted, "Can he fight?"

"I'm a fast study."

Ramza nodded, "I don't see why he can't, it's not like we're about to run out of swords." He motioned to the armored corpses around him. Most of them had a weapon of some sort or another. Hunter pried a Mythril Sword out the dead knight's hands, and made a few experimental thrusts with it.

He nodded, "This ought to do."

Gafgarion was already at the end of the path where it met the road to Dorter, "Good. Great. Let's go."

Agrias shouted to two young women to hurry up, and Ramza woke up a young man sleeping in the doorway. The six of them marched off the road towards Dorter Trade City.