Mechanos Angel pt.1
In a large chamber, a shadow shifted. Along the walls, terminals were displaying various statistics, none of which concerned the shadow. In the center of the chamber, a table was set up near a large, cocoon-shaped metal power generator hooked up to the various terminals. Two solders pulled a man in rags onto the table and strapped him onto it. A black container lowered over the man and the solders attached the latches onto it. The shadow had seen enough. It turned and began making its way out when a loud, sick sucking sound filled the chamber as the man screamed. The shadow continued out, vowing to avenge the poor man that died by the hands of the Cult of Kefka.
A few hours later...
Clyde sat down and looked around. It had been a while since he had seen most of the group together. The only ones who weren't among them were Strago and Gau. Gau had decided to return to the Veldt and the four men in the cave, while Strago had died a few years ago. "Thanks to the information gathered by Shad... Clyde, we can proceed to plan an assault on the "Cult of Kefka's" base," Terra began. "We'll strike the prison, laboratory, and power generator at the same time so they won't be able to hit any one group with full force." "But won't they try to defend the generator more?" Cyan asked, a look of confusion on his face. "We'll..." Terra was suddenly cut of as Clyde stood up. "That's why we'll use one group as a diversion by attacking the guard station near the prison. I'll lead that group and I'll get the prisoners while the other three are distracting the guards. Locke, Celes and Cyan, I ask for your help on this part." Cyan nodded, while Locke and Celes glanced at each other, then looked back to Clyde and nodded. "Edgar, we need you to make the explosives. Mog Sabin and I will guard you while you place the charges," Terra said. "I guess that leaves Setzer, Gogo, Umaro and me to attack the labs, hmm?" Relm said, glancing around, "What?" she said, sounding surprised at how everyone was looking at her with a surprised expression, "I'm good with a sword. My sketches won't do anything anymore, so dad started teaching me sword-fighting." Terra smiled. "Well then, Edgar, how long will it take you to make the charges?" "A week tops, we already have explosives, but the size Clyde described, I'll need much more firepower." "Well, that gives us all one week to get prepared," Terra sat down. " A week and three days, I still need to get the supplies for the charges."
During the week...
Clyde put the shovel aside and lifted the black chest out. He had sworn that he would never put on his assassin equipment and draw the blade Striker from it's sheath, but, he thought to himself, some promises were made to be broken and some heroes can never die in the end. He pulled a silver chain up and out from beneath his shirt. "And some magic will never die," he said softly to him self as he took the ring off the chain and put it on his finger. "I tried my best, but I left her when she was growing up. I won't leave her again," Clyde pulled the mask over his head, "but sometimes one must sacrifice there soul to save the world." Clyde turned back and began heading back to his house.
Relm put a flower on Strago's grave. When he had died, they had made his grave next to general Leo's grave, the only imperial solder who cared about the people of the little village. She pushed on the center circle on the grave and a stone panel swung out. She reaches in and pulled out a ring exactly like her fathers. It was given to her by her mother before she died. She pushed the panel back into place and she turned and headed back to her home, a house right by her fathers.
Terra reached up and took down the sword from above the fireplace. She drew it from the sheath and swung it around a bit, getting adjusted to the blade once more. It had lost it's magic a long time ago, but it was still the sharpest sword and never needed sharpening. She touched the crystal shard held around her neck by a diamond chain. It was the only memento she had of her father, a spirit beast called Maudin. Even thou the three goddesses had perished, Terra still had some control over her spirit beast half and her fire magic. Just then Sabin entered and hugged her, nearly lifting her off the ground as well. She put the sword back into it's sheath and put it on top of her armor,
Mog took a last look at Narsh. He was waiting for Umaro. He remembered how the village was abandoned after the collapse of the world, and how he didn't know where his friends had gone. They slowly returned after the ice dragon died and how the village slowly became prosperous once more. He sat down in the snow. He didn't mind, seeing how his fur was thick enough to protect him from the cold. He began humming to himself as Umaro finally got to the entrance of town and picked Mog up. "Let's go, Kupo," Mog said, pointing to the airship, and the man standing on the deck, slowly brining the airship down to the ground.
Edgar looked down at the device on the table. He still couldn't believe how powerful his devices could be. The field test for the first charge turned the patch of sand into glass, something he had never done with his explosives before. He shook his head and slowly began to smile, connecting the wires while he did so.
End of part one
In a large chamber, a shadow shifted. Along the walls, terminals were displaying various statistics, none of which concerned the shadow. In the center of the chamber, a table was set up near a large, cocoon-shaped metal power generator hooked up to the various terminals. Two solders pulled a man in rags onto the table and strapped him onto it. A black container lowered over the man and the solders attached the latches onto it. The shadow had seen enough. It turned and began making its way out when a loud, sick sucking sound filled the chamber as the man screamed. The shadow continued out, vowing to avenge the poor man that died by the hands of the Cult of Kefka.
A few hours later...
Clyde sat down and looked around. It had been a while since he had seen most of the group together. The only ones who weren't among them were Strago and Gau. Gau had decided to return to the Veldt and the four men in the cave, while Strago had died a few years ago. "Thanks to the information gathered by Shad... Clyde, we can proceed to plan an assault on the "Cult of Kefka's" base," Terra began. "We'll strike the prison, laboratory, and power generator at the same time so they won't be able to hit any one group with full force." "But won't they try to defend the generator more?" Cyan asked, a look of confusion on his face. "We'll..." Terra was suddenly cut of as Clyde stood up. "That's why we'll use one group as a diversion by attacking the guard station near the prison. I'll lead that group and I'll get the prisoners while the other three are distracting the guards. Locke, Celes and Cyan, I ask for your help on this part." Cyan nodded, while Locke and Celes glanced at each other, then looked back to Clyde and nodded. "Edgar, we need you to make the explosives. Mog Sabin and I will guard you while you place the charges," Terra said. "I guess that leaves Setzer, Gogo, Umaro and me to attack the labs, hmm?" Relm said, glancing around, "What?" she said, sounding surprised at how everyone was looking at her with a surprised expression, "I'm good with a sword. My sketches won't do anything anymore, so dad started teaching me sword-fighting." Terra smiled. "Well then, Edgar, how long will it take you to make the charges?" "A week tops, we already have explosives, but the size Clyde described, I'll need much more firepower." "Well, that gives us all one week to get prepared," Terra sat down. " A week and three days, I still need to get the supplies for the charges."
During the week...
Clyde put the shovel aside and lifted the black chest out. He had sworn that he would never put on his assassin equipment and draw the blade Striker from it's sheath, but, he thought to himself, some promises were made to be broken and some heroes can never die in the end. He pulled a silver chain up and out from beneath his shirt. "And some magic will never die," he said softly to him self as he took the ring off the chain and put it on his finger. "I tried my best, but I left her when she was growing up. I won't leave her again," Clyde pulled the mask over his head, "but sometimes one must sacrifice there soul to save the world." Clyde turned back and began heading back to his house.
Relm put a flower on Strago's grave. When he had died, they had made his grave next to general Leo's grave, the only imperial solder who cared about the people of the little village. She pushed on the center circle on the grave and a stone panel swung out. She reaches in and pulled out a ring exactly like her fathers. It was given to her by her mother before she died. She pushed the panel back into place and she turned and headed back to her home, a house right by her fathers.
Terra reached up and took down the sword from above the fireplace. She drew it from the sheath and swung it around a bit, getting adjusted to the blade once more. It had lost it's magic a long time ago, but it was still the sharpest sword and never needed sharpening. She touched the crystal shard held around her neck by a diamond chain. It was the only memento she had of her father, a spirit beast called Maudin. Even thou the three goddesses had perished, Terra still had some control over her spirit beast half and her fire magic. Just then Sabin entered and hugged her, nearly lifting her off the ground as well. She put the sword back into it's sheath and put it on top of her armor,
Mog took a last look at Narsh. He was waiting for Umaro. He remembered how the village was abandoned after the collapse of the world, and how he didn't know where his friends had gone. They slowly returned after the ice dragon died and how the village slowly became prosperous once more. He sat down in the snow. He didn't mind, seeing how his fur was thick enough to protect him from the cold. He began humming to himself as Umaro finally got to the entrance of town and picked Mog up. "Let's go, Kupo," Mog said, pointing to the airship, and the man standing on the deck, slowly brining the airship down to the ground.
Edgar looked down at the device on the table. He still couldn't believe how powerful his devices could be. The field test for the first charge turned the patch of sand into glass, something he had never done with his explosives before. He shook his head and slowly began to smile, connecting the wires while he did so.
End of part one