The Turk

Three Characters owned now, but Square-Enix still owns the rest. This is a slightly shorter chapter, but it serves its purpose.

Part 4 – The Bar

It was a mediocre place on the edge of Sector 4, bit it was the place the Turks called their home away from work, The Never-night Bar. Inside, all the current Turk members, including the two new recruits Adam and Keiti, were all sat around a table that was filled with empty glasses of all shapes and varieties.

"Man Rude, your face when I crashed in through the door with that gang on my tail to die for!!" Reno jeered after sinking another shot, his suit looking more ruffled than usual.

"Even funnier was when we were all drunk and you ran into Elena's room in nothing but your underwear!" Tseng spiked back whilst moving closer to Rude, who was busy trying to look unembarrassed.

"Yeah, but she loved it," he retorted, draping his arm loosely over Elena's shoulder.

"In your dreams, 'little' boy," she said, laughed her head off at the unfortunate memory.

"Enough about our random past of alcohol and fighting, we have two new faces to learn about...and probably laugh at," Vincent spoke, a coy but sly grin on his face.

"Well, I know the case is usually ladies first, but how about I start this one?" Adam asked

"Be my guest, that just warms them up for me," Keiti replied mid-drink

"Okay then," he rose to his feet. "Hello, I'm Adam Draven, and I'm...an alcoholic."

"Wahey!" Reno cheered whilst almost falling back on his chair.

"Nah, but seriously, there's not really much to say about my life," he said when he re-took his seat. "I'm originally from the Icicle Inn, born just before it became a proper town, moved here with my parents to live in Sector 5 when I was 6, and have spent my days travelling as a mercenary."

"Wow, no old girlfriend or sex stories, he is more mysterious than you Reno," Rude chimed in.

"Dammit...mysterious bastard," Reno said in mock jealously.

"You forgot one important point, you're now a member of the most unique fighting units in the world, the Turks," Elena said in a patriotic tone.

"More like one of the most underhanded fighting units in the world," Keiti spoke.

"Oohh, you mean all the kidnapping and murder...that's not us, we leave that to SOLDIER then receive the black mark for it," Tseng corrected.

"Ah right," she mutter with a learned look on her face. "Well then I guess it's my turn to tell the tale."

"Yes yes, I'll require your measurements and a list of positions...muahahaha," Reno said whilst leering.

"Sure Reno...just for you," she teased. "I'm a Midgar native, born and raised. I got into a bad crowd, learned how to fight, and became the leader of that rebel group Adam so handily disbanded."

"Yeah...man those guys sucked ass," he said in reference to his work, leaning back slightly.

"Well that was short and sweet...how about we leave these guys and go home?" Tseng suggested with a glint in his eye.

"Sure thing, night all," Rude said, still wearing his shades as he left the bar with Tseng in tow.

"I think we've all had enough, plus it's business as usual in the morning," Elena said, eyeing everyone before rising: Vincent rising with her to help Reno up.

"Oooo... leave these two alone eh?" Reno spoke with sarcasm as he stumbled to his feet and tried to carry himself out of the bar with dignity, tried being the operative word.

"So, now that they've gone how about you tell me the full story?" Adam asked whilst downing another shot.

"My father was part of the Shinra army, and he was killed when I was 7...mother couldn't bear it, it made her ill and she died soon afterwards," Keiti said with conviction. "Shinra took everything from me, but now that I think, it must have all happened so I could end up here today."

"Hmmm, most interesting," was all he could answer with. "I didn't travel here with my parents, they died when I was little, and I came here with some of their friends who had taken care of me. I ran away soon after: then spent my time learning the skills needed to be a mercenary."

"Were your parents lost to Shinra?" She asked

"That's what I was told, but I'm still unsure," he answered.

"Perhaps it is time we left, I think we've leeched the bar quite enough for one evening," she said with a laugh.

"Indeed, and as Elena said it's business as usual in the morning," he concurred whilst rising and walking back to HQ with her.

In the morning

The Shinra building was once again bustling with life, Adam was in the reception area looking around and gaining more information when he noticed a group of three individuals, one of which being the famous General Sephiroth. He decided to walk over and introduce himself.

"General Sephiroth sir, Adam Draven," he extended his hand, not needing a job title as his uniform was self-explanatory.

"Pleased to meet you, Turk," Sephiroth answered, returning a quick handshake.

"I'm Cloud," the next one with spiky blonde hair said, also shaking hands.

"And I'm Zack," The one with long spiky black hair said, who joined in the mass handshaking event.

"So, what are three SOLDIER personnel doing up here at HQ?" Adam questioned

"We're her to find the other member of our group, she seems to have gone walkabout whilst we've been on leave," Cloud answered for the group.

"I see...well, I'm off to one of the training rooms, I'll let you know if I see anything," he said whilst stepping into one of the lifts and went up.

The training room was a large plain room: matted floor, punch bags and training dummies lining the room. When Adam entered there was already another occupant: a young woman about his age, her long dark brown hair framing her face. She was wearing a simple training outfit of trousers and a t-shirt. She stood in the middle of the room, spinning around two short blades, recognisably shorter than his.

"Well now, I don't see you around here often," He said as he put his stuff next to the wall.

"Oh! Heya, I didn't hear you come in," the girl replied. "I'm Atonia, first class SOLDIER."

"Ah you must be the one General Sephiroth is looking for," he said, removing the top half of his uniform. His purple hair was tied back in a single braid, a few stray strands hanging loose here and there. His torso was lean and toned, a jagged 'X' scar on his back. "Oh, I'm Adam Draven by the way, current new Turk member."

"Wow, never sparred with a Turk before, this should be fun," Atonia said whilst finding a good battle stance.

"Very well...allow me, to entertain you," he stood with his sword ready.

He wasn't going to be on the defence this time, so he started things off with a few swift thrusts to her mid section, which were deftly blocked. She counters with a feint attack to his left side then slashes across his right thigh. The blade makes contact as his own sword is distracted by the feint left. A mediocre gash is made on his thigh, blood slowly pouring out of it.

"Good, I expected nothing less from a member of SOLDIER, but now it's time to kick it up a notch," he said as he rushed her at full force, giving a mighty swing of his sword. She blocked it, but the momentum of the attack caused one of her bladed to fly out of her hand.

Their blades clash in the void between them, their strength both evenly matched for the moment. Determination was heavily set in both of their eyes: her dark brown ones coming alive. To end it quickly, Adam sent both of their blades searing into the wall.

"So, hand to hand it seems," she said whilst lunging in, her hand striking at weak points of the body. His body buckles as her strikes connect, but he shrugs it off and strikes back, taking care to avoid her chest, which isn't easy. He manages to land a lucky palm blow to her shoulder, sending her reeling.

"I told you I would entertain you," he said as he went to give her a hand up.

"That wasn't...nice," she said as she quickly rose to her feet, the red flames burning, lightning blue energy forming in her hands.

"You got to be shitting me..." was all he could say, frozen to the spot.

"Maelstrom super ball!" She cried. The room filled with electrical energy, all around Adam. It concentrated into one point and surged forward from her hands, completely rocking him and sending him crashing through the 53rd floor window.

End.

What has become of Adam?? Has he become deep fried and splattered? Find out in the next chapter of The Turk. Please review