Slowly but surely a loud voice was heard. I was barely awake, and
heard our bunks door swing open. Our leader, Dante Woods shouted for us to
get our you-know-what's up, then stormed to another room, preparing to give
them a heart attack. After fumbling and stumbling down the hall, I smelled
the sweat and stench from the night before. I lazily walked behind a taller
person, occasionally bumping into his back, and once, leaning on him as the
mass slowed.
Finally, the precession ended in the storage room, where Dante, the short, pudgy man pushed through the tired mass, then turned to us.
"All right! This is it! In one hour, the battle begins! I'm giving all of you specific assignments!" He huffed, then spoke again. "As we hit the shore, we will be split into two groups, the Sharp group for weapons, and the Materia group for magic."
He began to touch everyone on the shoulder, then telling to go to a certain side. By the end, we were facing each other, slightly awake, a few of us yawning.
"Now, the group to my right is handling the weapons, and to my left, you organize the materia according to type! If anyone needs me, I'll be putting my uniform on! Clear? Good! Now get to it." He yelled, then used a foghorn, definitely waking us up.
The noise of hands and feet moving livened everyone up, and we were throwing various objects and items everywhere, putting ice materia and long and short sabers in their respective places. I was busy collecting spears out of the long boxes, placing them in a pile, hoping no one would come near them. Pat was opposite me, trying to carry all the orbs he could. Closer by was Andrei, figuring where to put the gauntlets and firearms.
The organization was finished, and we scrambled back to our rooms, throwing our clothes and shoes on, then sitting around in the storage room, which was much livelier, now that battle was imminent. All sorts of chat began breaking out, even in the midst of Dante walking in.
"Nice to see you've done what was asked. Shinra is about organization, even in the most overlooked of jobs. Now, when you hear the alarm, get the heck out of the way for the soldiers, then follow your respective groups. I want to see everyone out alive, got it? Good." He then left, probably joining the fighters.
"Man, this is huge! I've never been so pumped in my life!" Pat said, shaking his arms.
"Yeah, and were not even fighting. Just imagine how the actual fighters feel." I added.
"I wonder how they prepare themselves. It must be hard." Andrei said, stoking his chin. I shrugged, along with Pat.
"I just can't wait until we actually fight and get uniforms. This is OK, but fighting, I'd rather be doing that." Pat sighed, leaning a little on an empty crate.
The intercom blared that it was a few minutes left until confrontation. And, all of a sudden, we all began to cheer, chanting all sorts of things as the storage room door opened, giving us a view of the oncoming shore. This was it, time for my journey to begin, as well as my first real job as a mercenary.
Finally, the precession ended in the storage room, where Dante, the short, pudgy man pushed through the tired mass, then turned to us.
"All right! This is it! In one hour, the battle begins! I'm giving all of you specific assignments!" He huffed, then spoke again. "As we hit the shore, we will be split into two groups, the Sharp group for weapons, and the Materia group for magic."
He began to touch everyone on the shoulder, then telling to go to a certain side. By the end, we were facing each other, slightly awake, a few of us yawning.
"Now, the group to my right is handling the weapons, and to my left, you organize the materia according to type! If anyone needs me, I'll be putting my uniform on! Clear? Good! Now get to it." He yelled, then used a foghorn, definitely waking us up.
The noise of hands and feet moving livened everyone up, and we were throwing various objects and items everywhere, putting ice materia and long and short sabers in their respective places. I was busy collecting spears out of the long boxes, placing them in a pile, hoping no one would come near them. Pat was opposite me, trying to carry all the orbs he could. Closer by was Andrei, figuring where to put the gauntlets and firearms.
The organization was finished, and we scrambled back to our rooms, throwing our clothes and shoes on, then sitting around in the storage room, which was much livelier, now that battle was imminent. All sorts of chat began breaking out, even in the midst of Dante walking in.
"Nice to see you've done what was asked. Shinra is about organization, even in the most overlooked of jobs. Now, when you hear the alarm, get the heck out of the way for the soldiers, then follow your respective groups. I want to see everyone out alive, got it? Good." He then left, probably joining the fighters.
"Man, this is huge! I've never been so pumped in my life!" Pat said, shaking his arms.
"Yeah, and were not even fighting. Just imagine how the actual fighters feel." I added.
"I wonder how they prepare themselves. It must be hard." Andrei said, stoking his chin. I shrugged, along with Pat.
"I just can't wait until we actually fight and get uniforms. This is OK, but fighting, I'd rather be doing that." Pat sighed, leaning a little on an empty crate.
The intercom blared that it was a few minutes left until confrontation. And, all of a sudden, we all began to cheer, chanting all sorts of things as the storage room door opened, giving us a view of the oncoming shore. This was it, time for my journey to begin, as well as my first real job as a mercenary.