Disclaimer: I do not own FF8

=ANGELS OF FURY=

Prologue

The unmistakable sound of gunfire echoed through the dull grey metal corridor of the underground military complex. The incredibly loud noise drowned out the much quieter ones. Metal on metal as expended shells hit the ground, the shouted orders that you would have to be listening for to hear correctly but most important of these crushed sounds, was that of the footstep.

They were heavy and fast. Cause by a figure and the three that followed, they ran through the corridor. The figure ran for his life. For a cause the only a few knew about. Running however, was not the only thing that this man was doing. Firing blind behind himself with a large hand gun, he fled from those behind.

Dark red suited soldiers, with full enclose helmets and breast plate armour like a knights but bullet-proof. Right arm fist forward aimed at their fleeing foe. Large gauntlets sent forth flying lead in a more effective manner then the design of the weapon would seem to indicate possible.

Bullets struck true into the back of the running man but still he went on. Protected by armour of his own, and where it had failed a unnatural vigor allowed the man to continue on even with gunshot wounds. Finally he could see it his goal was up ahead, escape was ahead.

A single rope dangled from the ceiling, the floor around the rope was littered by debris and molten slag from where he had made his entrance. Grabbing on to the rope as he reached it, he gave it two heavy tugs as a electronic pulley about a mile above activated in response. At alarming speed the man disappeared into a hole into the ceiling, knowing that his pursuers would have no effective means to follow.


The end of time had come…. And then it had started again. Five months had passed since the magical event know as time compression had come and then been prevented. All due to the defeat of Ultimecia at the hand of 6 heroes who had stepped up when the world needed them. Since then some of the chaos left behind by the war had been dealt with.

In Esthar damaged infrastructure was under repair, and the army along side some members of SeeD helped deal with the increase number of monsters left behind by the lunar cry. The Lunatic Pandora was once again sunk to the bottom of the ocean in hopes that this time round it would never be found again.

The burnt out shell of Trabia Garden was under repair, Estharian construction companies, paid for by the Esther government as payment for the continued SeeD assistant, was quickly returning the Garden to its pre-missle glory.

In Galbadia order had not been as forth coming. With the death of it leader some military officers had attempted to take control and continue to lead the military based government to only fail. This failure was due to the outcry by the people, finally demanding change after so long.

At first the army had been ordered to quell the uprising but was stopped when General Caraway spoke out publically call on the army as part of the people and that a new leader be chosen by vote and not fear. After a slow start candidates for office came forth and eventually vote lead to the election.

Commander Squall Leonhart now oversees the functioning of Garden and SeeD as a whole. Having negotiated the return of Galbadia Garden, and the contracts of assisting Esthar monster problem. Squall decided that no one nation should have a controlling interest in Garden. At this time Balamb, Galbadia and the slowly being rebuilt Trabia Garden all are stationed and the cityless nation of Trabia. With the Ragnarok being used to dispatch SeeD around the globe when needed.

A/n- Decided to have this at the end for once, if you got this far thank you. After much time the ideas I've thrown around for this story decided they wanted out and grabbed a baseball bat and peat me with the lack of sleep until I started writing.