Disclaimer: I don't own FF9 or its characters… Doesn't everyone wish they did?
A/N: I warn you again, SPOILERS ahead. Don't read unless you want to see stuff from FF9… Even if it is a little warped…
'Kay. Enough talk. On with the 'fic!
"ALERT. ALERT. ENGINE TWO AND THREE ARE OUT OF COMMISION. ENGINE ONE OUTPUT TWELVE PERCENT. ENGINE FOUR OUTPUT FIFTY PERCENT." The sphere structure droned, steadily hovering beside a woman who was busying herself with sparking cables. The monitor beside her flashed useless yellow text on its fractured screen.
"Thanks for the hot tip." She snarled back. "If it wasn't for you, we'd still be flying this ship until it friggin' exploded."
"THE CURRENT SITUATION WOULD NOT MATCH YOUR CALCULATIONS, KALONI. THE SHIP WILL CRASH FIRST, AND THEN EXPLODE. ALERT. ALERT…"
Too damn smart for his own good… "Don't you have anything better to do, C.O.N.S.I?" Before the sphere could reply, a small black mage staggered in the room. His amber eyes were the only signs of emotion from him, but they were enough to portray his feelings for the situation.
"I really hate turbulence… Oh, we have a problem, too."
"Tell me about it!" Kaloni snapped, growing increasingly frustrated with two cables that had frayed to extremely fine strands. "What's up now, Kurone? Is the engine about to explode or something?"
The black mage swallowed. "Yes, but that's the least of our troubles right now. It seems that the gang that ambushed us earlier knocked us off course, so instead of getting to Planet Sine, we're on our way to rather legendary area dubbed 'Venson's Circle.'"
"And what, may I ask, is Venson's Circle?" Kaloni gritted through her teeth.
"VENSON'S CIRCLE IS NAMED AFTER INFAMOUS SPACESHIP PIRATE THRIAN VENSON, WHO CAME TO THIS SECTOR DURING HIS MOST MEMORABLE HIJACK."
"Uh huh…"
"HE DROVE THE HOSTAGES AND QUITE A FEW LAW ENFORCERS INTO A WORMHOLE THAT PERIODICALLY OPENS AND CLOSES. THEY WERE NEVER SEEN OR HEARD FROM AGAIN."
"Oh Goddess… I just heard it was dangerous and it was open around this time!" Kurone muttered, adjusting a device over his right eye. It was a half visor that had an aqua green lens and a whitish holder that curved comfortably to the side of his face. Yellow information flickered over the lens. "How convenient. We're screwed anyway, right?"
"Yeah…" Kaloni cursed silently.
"THAT WOULD BE AFFIRMATIVE." The sphere hovered away.
"Well, there's only one thing left to do before we reach certain oblivion…" Kurone said, looked pathetically at his friend. "Got any regrets?"
"I didn't even get a chance to gamble at Sine!"
"I never got the change to buy that new Twister Scythe. Enchanted blades at both ends… Mmm…"
"I couldn't upgrade C.O.N.S.I."
"Blades… Mmm…"
Kaloni growled. "KURONE!"
"What?" The mage snapped out of his reverie.
"Ah, forget it… We're gonna die anyway…" Kaloni reached into her back jean pocket. "Wanna play cards?"
"Ooh! I love Twenty-One!
Zidane felt a sense of pride after sneaking past the Lindblum guards. It seemed that every second he spent on this adventure, he did something worth telling his future kids, or grandkids… If he lived that long, anyway. The soft notes of Dagger's song reached him and he quickened his pace to see her at the overlook. She was caught by surprise in the middle of her song, and seemed to look so beautiful in the sunlight…
Before any words could be exchanged, what seemed to be an airship flew erratically overhead, leaving behind a trail of blackened smoke. It crashed in the direction of the Industrial District. Dagger yelped at the sudden explosion that followed, definitely at a complete loss for words.
"What was that?!" Zidane managed to choke out.
"…Some kind of strange metal airship? It doesn't matter. I must take my leave to investigate this matter further!"
"There's that royal tone again…" Zidane shook his head and followed the quickly escaping princess. "What the hell is going on around here anyway?"
And so it starts… Please review. I'm a bit iffy whether I should continue this or not…