Chaotic Damnation: Eternium Reqrium Fatalibus
Chapter III: Meanwhile, back at the ranch…
Shera and Cid hung up the phones and looked at each other, amused expressions across their faces.
"Did you get ahold of them?" Asked Tifa from the doorway.
Cid narrowed his blue eyes, giving him the appearance of a deranged man. "Not yet, but when I do…"
Shera let out a nervous chuckle and quickly ushered Tifa into her workroom.
"HEY! What's going on? Stop it!" Tifa shrieked, as she was none to gently shoved into the tiny room.
"Uh… how well do you know Vincent?" Shera asked.
"Well enough to trust him. Why?"
"Someone's going to have to say a few words at his funeral." She said looking wearily in the direction they had just come from.
"He's dead?" Tifa asked shock in her voice.
"No, not right now anyway…"
"What's wrong?"
"Let's just say it was easier getting ahold of them then we thought…" She muttered.
"What?" Tifa said completely confused.
"Never mind…" Shera said with a grin as she left the room.
"… Did I miss something?" Tifa asked her face set in a state of confusion.
"Did you tell her?" Cid asked.
"Nah…I thought we could play with their minds…it's so fun." Shera said pulling her glassed down to the bridge of her nose.
A large wild grin spread itself across his scraggly face. "I love the way you think."
Shera glared at him. "Is that all? Humph!" She said sarcastically and began to walk away.
"Where the hell are you going?" He yelled. Shera stopped and turned slightly,
"Some one has to supply you fools with transportation." She said
"We're taking the Highwind. We don't need 'nuttin else."
"Well. I can always just upgrade the systems on that project… " She said and continued towards the door.
"I just know she's planning something." Cid said as he lit a cigarette. Scratching his face he sighed and decided it was time to do what needed to be done long ago…
Shera sat in a black light room looking over the invisible blueprints. A victorious smile spread on her lips. "This should work. No, It has to work… It could be their last hope."
Turning her chair around she faced the titan like machines. Nine of them stood in a row, each it's own prototype; each deferent down to the apolstery of the cockpits. The cold steel faced her with intimidation and the fact that it was only metal and could be destroyed lingered far from its presence.
She stood, her red dress swished mildly at her feet as she walked towards one of the machines. Placing her left hand on the chilled metal and exhaled, as if she was ceremoniously forcing her worry, love and burden onto the shoulders of the metal giants.
"Shera?" the intercom crackled. She pulled her hand away and walked to the wall which the intercom was situated.
"Yes, Cid?"
"What're you doing down there?" He asked
"I could tell you… but then I'd have to kill ya!" She said and waited for him to talk.
"We could use some tea up here." Cid said with uncertainty.
"Well, can you turn on the faucet?"
"Yes."
"Do you know where the tea is?"
"Of course."
"Know where I keep the kettle?"
"It's my house."
"Then you know how to use the stove, right?" She asked a smirk on her face.
"Hell yeah!"
"Then why the hell are you bothering me! Make the friggin tea your own damn self!" She said and went back to the blueprints, leaving Cid with his jaw to the floor upstairs.
Sighing she picked up a wrench and started adjusting the bolts on one of the gigantic engines. It was funny how dedicated she was to her work. While Cid kept everything in working order she did everything beyond the call of duty. Nothing was ever going to fail her… not like the rocket. How she hated the reminder on that failed fuel tank. If she had just gotten it right the first time!
She sighed and spotted a gear that was connected one and a half degrees away from the standard measurement and that simply wouldn't do at all. Trusty wrench in hand she started adjusting the gear. The problem was that the bolts holding it in place were sealed tight and as much as she tugged at the bolt she couldn't get it to move it. With a scream of frustration she chucked the tool at a distance that would rival Cid. This she knew for it was measured on the floor in florescent tape.
Slamming the hatch closed she wrote the situation down on the chart and began to program the diagnostic controls.
Cid on the other hand blinked at the kettle. If there was ever a thing that he hated doing, it was admitting when he didn't know what he was doing. He had no earthly clue as to what to do which became apparent when he put the kettle on the burner without filling it with water.
'Why the hell ain't it working?'
Suddenly he heard a frustrated scream come from the basement and the sound of something crashing into the spare parts in the basement. A small grin spread evilly on his lips. 'Suites her right…and what the hell is that smell?' He thought.
He decided to lift the kettle only to discover that the electric burner wasn't red hot like it should be. "Well what the?" He stared at the stove in an odd puzzlement.
'Poof!'
He looked shocked as one of the acrylic burner caps glew red, turned black, smoked, ignited a green flame and then collapsed on itself causing a bigger ignition in front of him. It then became apparent that he had turned on the wrong burner. If that hadn't been enough to embarrass the seasoned captain then the fire alarms and sprinklers went off all around him.
The sound of stomping heeled feet racing up the steps was followed by the sound of the door slamming. And there before him was the one sight on the planet that could make even the great Sephiroth wither and turn to dust… Shera, eyes twitching and narrowed, lips pursed, and fist's balled and hoisted on her hips soaked to the bone stood before him with a look of pure murder on her face.
Cid dropped the kettle on his foot in terror. For as you all know Hell haft no fury like woman on a power trip.
'Now issuing a warning: All hell has broken loose!' Cid thought.
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Sorry for picking' on the cap but I thought he needed to pop that oversized ego, and Shera seems like to much of a pushover. So…Heheheh I kinda got the idea of the magnificent light show from real life ~.x' So …review!
Let's see if we can get ten new reviews on this chapter.
Chapter III: Meanwhile, back at the ranch…
Shera and Cid hung up the phones and looked at each other, amused expressions across their faces.
"Did you get ahold of them?" Asked Tifa from the doorway.
Cid narrowed his blue eyes, giving him the appearance of a deranged man. "Not yet, but when I do…"
Shera let out a nervous chuckle and quickly ushered Tifa into her workroom.
"HEY! What's going on? Stop it!" Tifa shrieked, as she was none to gently shoved into the tiny room.
"Uh… how well do you know Vincent?" Shera asked.
"Well enough to trust him. Why?"
"Someone's going to have to say a few words at his funeral." She said looking wearily in the direction they had just come from.
"He's dead?" Tifa asked shock in her voice.
"No, not right now anyway…"
"What's wrong?"
"Let's just say it was easier getting ahold of them then we thought…" She muttered.
"What?" Tifa said completely confused.
"Never mind…" Shera said with a grin as she left the room.
"… Did I miss something?" Tifa asked her face set in a state of confusion.
"Did you tell her?" Cid asked.
"Nah…I thought we could play with their minds…it's so fun." Shera said pulling her glassed down to the bridge of her nose.
A large wild grin spread itself across his scraggly face. "I love the way you think."
Shera glared at him. "Is that all? Humph!" She said sarcastically and began to walk away.
"Where the hell are you going?" He yelled. Shera stopped and turned slightly,
"Some one has to supply you fools with transportation." She said
"We're taking the Highwind. We don't need 'nuttin else."
"Well. I can always just upgrade the systems on that project… " She said and continued towards the door.
"I just know she's planning something." Cid said as he lit a cigarette. Scratching his face he sighed and decided it was time to do what needed to be done long ago…
Shera sat in a black light room looking over the invisible blueprints. A victorious smile spread on her lips. "This should work. No, It has to work… It could be their last hope."
Turning her chair around she faced the titan like machines. Nine of them stood in a row, each it's own prototype; each deferent down to the apolstery of the cockpits. The cold steel faced her with intimidation and the fact that it was only metal and could be destroyed lingered far from its presence.
She stood, her red dress swished mildly at her feet as she walked towards one of the machines. Placing her left hand on the chilled metal and exhaled, as if she was ceremoniously forcing her worry, love and burden onto the shoulders of the metal giants.
"Shera?" the intercom crackled. She pulled her hand away and walked to the wall which the intercom was situated.
"Yes, Cid?"
"What're you doing down there?" He asked
"I could tell you… but then I'd have to kill ya!" She said and waited for him to talk.
"We could use some tea up here." Cid said with uncertainty.
"Well, can you turn on the faucet?"
"Yes."
"Do you know where the tea is?"
"Of course."
"Know where I keep the kettle?"
"It's my house."
"Then you know how to use the stove, right?" She asked a smirk on her face.
"Hell yeah!"
"Then why the hell are you bothering me! Make the friggin tea your own damn self!" She said and went back to the blueprints, leaving Cid with his jaw to the floor upstairs.
Sighing she picked up a wrench and started adjusting the bolts on one of the gigantic engines. It was funny how dedicated she was to her work. While Cid kept everything in working order she did everything beyond the call of duty. Nothing was ever going to fail her… not like the rocket. How she hated the reminder on that failed fuel tank. If she had just gotten it right the first time!
She sighed and spotted a gear that was connected one and a half degrees away from the standard measurement and that simply wouldn't do at all. Trusty wrench in hand she started adjusting the gear. The problem was that the bolts holding it in place were sealed tight and as much as she tugged at the bolt she couldn't get it to move it. With a scream of frustration she chucked the tool at a distance that would rival Cid. This she knew for it was measured on the floor in florescent tape.
Slamming the hatch closed she wrote the situation down on the chart and began to program the diagnostic controls.
Cid on the other hand blinked at the kettle. If there was ever a thing that he hated doing, it was admitting when he didn't know what he was doing. He had no earthly clue as to what to do which became apparent when he put the kettle on the burner without filling it with water.
'Why the hell ain't it working?'
Suddenly he heard a frustrated scream come from the basement and the sound of something crashing into the spare parts in the basement. A small grin spread evilly on his lips. 'Suites her right…and what the hell is that smell?' He thought.
He decided to lift the kettle only to discover that the electric burner wasn't red hot like it should be. "Well what the?" He stared at the stove in an odd puzzlement.
'Poof!'
He looked shocked as one of the acrylic burner caps glew red, turned black, smoked, ignited a green flame and then collapsed on itself causing a bigger ignition in front of him. It then became apparent that he had turned on the wrong burner. If that hadn't been enough to embarrass the seasoned captain then the fire alarms and sprinklers went off all around him.
The sound of stomping heeled feet racing up the steps was followed by the sound of the door slamming. And there before him was the one sight on the planet that could make even the great Sephiroth wither and turn to dust… Shera, eyes twitching and narrowed, lips pursed, and fist's balled and hoisted on her hips soaked to the bone stood before him with a look of pure murder on her face.
Cid dropped the kettle on his foot in terror. For as you all know Hell haft no fury like woman on a power trip.
'Now issuing a warning: All hell has broken loose!' Cid thought.
____ ______ _____ -___
Sorry for picking' on the cap but I thought he needed to pop that oversized ego, and Shera seems like to much of a pushover. So…Heheheh I kinda got the idea of the magnificent light show from real life ~.x' So …review!
Let's see if we can get ten new reviews on this chapter.