Disclaimer: Please read chapter 1. I'm not gonna write it again!
Chapter 2: Reinforcements
The Palace of Yevon was in disarray, white mages running about in a panic, healing soldiers; monitors running reports. There was only one room in the entire palace that was emitting a destructive noise of some kind.
Yu Yevon, summoner, leader of Zanarkand, was sitting calmly at the head of a grand table in the palace war room. He was dressed in flowing blue robes of silk, heavy armlets encasing his arms. The robe bore the Zanarkand symbol on the front and the winged symbol of the Yevon Clergy on the back. He was softly humming, dumming his fingers on the arm of his chair, his creased face showing no inclination to the fact that people were dying outside his door.
Suddenly, the door at the end of the room opened and in walked a heavily armored man with a wide blade on his side. His horned helmet slightly hid his dark features as he stopped in front of Yevon, inclining his head. "Sir, our aeons are battling the Bevellians, but it seems that they've brought summoners as well. Captain Jecht has sent a few reinforcements. His troops are scouring the ones in the city. Our white mages are holding strong and the monks are persisting the defence."
"Good, Zaon", Yevon said simply. "What is damage report on the palace?"
"They have managed to take out the upper balconies, but nothing more. We have lost three summoners and twenty-five-"
"I didn't ask for a death toll, Zaon", said Yevon, with a slight curve to his lip.
"My apologies, sir", Zaon said, inclining his head again. "...we have received reports that the Bevellian summoners have been dispatched into the city, as well", he said, earnestly. "I request that reinforcements be sent in for Captain Jecht's troops-" At that moment, the monitor behind Yevon crackled and came to life, showing a man garbed in black leather.
"Lord Yevon! The black mages are at the ready! We await your command." Yevon swivelled his chair to lock eyes with the Captain Gionni of the black mages. "I want you to leave thirty troops to defend the palace and send the rest in to aid Captain Jecht's troops", his eyes began to shine malevolently," and Captain...take no prisoners. Eliminate on sight."
A ship was streaking across the sky, avoiding the blazing dog fights that were exploding around it. It had the markings of a superior officer, difficult to make out at the break-neck speed it was going.
Captain Jecht was seated in the cockpit, setting a course for the dome. He began setting his instruments for life readings, focusing it at the dome. There were quite a few, but they were blinking out, one by one, as the structure crumbled. Dammit, kid! You'd better be alive!
Then he saw something odd. There was a tiny, barely visible spark, proceeding slowly down the side of the dome, towards the entrance. "What the...?", Jecht breathed as he set his scope to magnify the image. It was a person, difficult to make out at a distance. He seemed to be trailed by sparks, sliding down the periphery of the wall... Jecht quickly glanced down at the life reading... one light was left blinking.
He looked incredulously at the image as he set the ship to manual and blazed the thrusters to full blast.
The dome had stopped crumbling and it now seemed deserted. Nothing was moving and only the explosions could be heard in the distance. At the foot of the entrance, though, lay one body that was not covered in stone. Tidus lay, unconscious and forgotten, at the entrance to the dome. Another explosion sounded, and this one seemed to jar him awake.
Tidus sat up, groaning, only dimly aware of what was going on. His eyes still unfocused, he racked his brain for an account of what was going on. Playing Blitzball...attacked by Bevelle...sphere pool dispersing...Fenza floating...Fenza dead... He suddenly jerked fully awake, not wanting to remeber that. Massaging his forehead, Tidus felt around for the blade he had taken off the trooper. Feeling the hilt, he brought it up to his inspection... broken, snapped clean in half. Ha, ha...great! I'm in the middle of an unprovoked blood bath, without a weapon! I just love this!
Tidus then stood bolt upright, remembering the others. He turned and ran into the rubble, yelling the names of his teammates, even the Duggles. But all his voice did was echo woefully back at him, almost mocking him. Now frantic, he started digging up the debris, his ears straining for a muffled cry or a shuddering breath, anything besides god damned explosions.
Finally, Tidus felt something, something beneath the rocks. He started shovelling it away, not caring if his hands felt like they were going to fall off...there. It was the body of one of the Abes, Julie, one of his fellow attackers. Her face was cold and she was bleeding at the lip. Her eyes stared lifelessly up at the sky through crushed goggles. Was she...? No, he didn't want to believe it. Tidus furiously started to shovel the rocks off the rest of her body...it was sickening.
He turned around and fell to his knees. Silent tears started to roll off his face as he pounded the ground...Julie...Fenzen...what did they do? What did they ever do to deserve this? Everybody... Suddenly, they was a noise of jets closing down. Tidus looked up and saw a fighter landing in front of him with a deafening roar. As it hit the ground, the headlights began to blind his eyes. Holding a hand in front of him, squinting, Tidus wasn't sure if it was an enemy fighter or on of their's. So this is how I'm going to die. Shot clean by a cannon. HA...no.
"You stupid bastard! You killed them! I'll kill you!", the spite Tidus had felt earlier had just rushed him again. Screaming with a rage, he rushed towards the fighter, stub of a blade in hand, not thinking of the consequences of running towards an armed cannon.
"Hey, kid! Drop that broken sword before you cut yourself!" Tidus fell limp, blinking, his eyes adjusting to the light. "...Jecht?" Jecht climbed out of the fighter. He was wearing light armor with the symbol of Zanarkand on the the front. He stopped in front of Tidus, brushing his hair and headband out of his eyes, "Give me a little respect, kid. I'm still your father."
"Tuh. Wish you weren't", the "kid" said, smiling weakly. Jecht smiled grimly, moving to put a firm grip on his son's shoulder. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah..."
"Where're the others?" A bitterness crept back into Tidus' voice, again, as he said, "Back there, somewhere!", thrusting his arm blindly behind him. Jecht looked up, understood, and cast he eyes downward. Spotting Julie on the floor, he quickly kneeled, and felt the wound. Reaching for his pocket, he pull out a small pouch with a golden-red feather inside. Tearing it up, Jecht sprinkled it over Julie's body. The small pieces of feather burst into flame and sank into her body...but the wound did not close. "She's...gone"
"I noticed", Tidus said coldy. Jecht then got up and looked at him, something like admiration and pride, glowing behind his dark eyes. "How'd you do it?"
"What?"
"How'd you survive? I'm guessing you fell from the top of the dome?"
"Yeah", he said, fingering the broken sword. "I grinded down using this thing...hahahaha", lauhing hysterically, Tidus started to loose his balance. "I-I took it of that stupid jackass. Stupid soldier...stupid Bevelle." Suddenly, he turned around and visciously flung the blade into the ground which cracked as it made a dull clunk. Then he rounded on his father and pulled him by the shoulders, yelling," Why?! Why?! Why did this happen?! What the hell do they want?!" Jecht, who calmly took the abuse, said, "You can rip me piece by piece kid, but it won't bring them back."
Tidus' hands slumped down. "You're right...ha...you're right." Regaining his composure, he looked up at Jecht. "What do we do now?"
"You're gonna take my ship and go straight back home. I'm going into town to take care of the rest-"
"What? Go home?", Tidus looked increduously at his father. "I don't think so dad. If anyone is going into town, it's me. I'm gonna take down as many of those bastards as I can! I'm not gonna sit by and watch more people die!"
"Huh?", Jecht looked at his son, as if he was desperatley trying to be funny. "No, no, no, no, no, no. That's my job. Besides, your mother would have my blood if anything happened to you."
"Hmph. I won't exactly care about that if I at the bottom of the ground", said Tidus, smiling.
"Listen-"
"No, you listen!", the son said, flaring up once more, "I'm going into town and I'm tearing them all up. I don't care if I do it with or without your help! They're going to pay and I won't die until they're all in the dirt!" Jecht looked slightly taken aback. Turning around, he stalked back to his fighter, saying,"Fine. I didn't think you were much of a piolet, anyway." He reached into the cockpit and pulled out a blade, very much like his own. It had a red coat and a silver edging.
"Here", said flinging it behind his back to his son,"use it." Tidus looked down at the blade, "...Thanks, dad." Jecht turned, but he had a smile on his face. "And I thought you were like your mother...here, use these too", he said throwing a small, white med kit. "There are ten Phoenix Downs and twenty potions in there. You're definatly gonna need them!"
"Hmph", Tidus said, smiling still. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to check on your mother and bring her to the headquarters. I'll get into the fight after that. Head for the headquarters as soon as you can and use this if you get into a tight spot." Tidus turned over and looked at the small radio that had just been thrown to him. "Aww... all these presents! That brings up the total of my life's birthday gifts from you to three!" Jecht just grinned and closed the cockpit , saying, "Keep in touch."
With that, he took off and flew off into the city. Tidus looked at the retreating jet, then he looked down. He bent next to Julie's form and placed his hand on her face, closing her eyes. Then, gripping his new blade, he ran off into the city, a fire burning inside.
Chapter 2: Reinforcements
The Palace of Yevon was in disarray, white mages running about in a panic, healing soldiers; monitors running reports. There was only one room in the entire palace that was emitting a destructive noise of some kind.
Yu Yevon, summoner, leader of Zanarkand, was sitting calmly at the head of a grand table in the palace war room. He was dressed in flowing blue robes of silk, heavy armlets encasing his arms. The robe bore the Zanarkand symbol on the front and the winged symbol of the Yevon Clergy on the back. He was softly humming, dumming his fingers on the arm of his chair, his creased face showing no inclination to the fact that people were dying outside his door.
Suddenly, the door at the end of the room opened and in walked a heavily armored man with a wide blade on his side. His horned helmet slightly hid his dark features as he stopped in front of Yevon, inclining his head. "Sir, our aeons are battling the Bevellians, but it seems that they've brought summoners as well. Captain Jecht has sent a few reinforcements. His troops are scouring the ones in the city. Our white mages are holding strong and the monks are persisting the defence."
"Good, Zaon", Yevon said simply. "What is damage report on the palace?"
"They have managed to take out the upper balconies, but nothing more. We have lost three summoners and twenty-five-"
"I didn't ask for a death toll, Zaon", said Yevon, with a slight curve to his lip.
"My apologies, sir", Zaon said, inclining his head again. "...we have received reports that the Bevellian summoners have been dispatched into the city, as well", he said, earnestly. "I request that reinforcements be sent in for Captain Jecht's troops-" At that moment, the monitor behind Yevon crackled and came to life, showing a man garbed in black leather.
"Lord Yevon! The black mages are at the ready! We await your command." Yevon swivelled his chair to lock eyes with the Captain Gionni of the black mages. "I want you to leave thirty troops to defend the palace and send the rest in to aid Captain Jecht's troops", his eyes began to shine malevolently," and Captain...take no prisoners. Eliminate on sight."
A ship was streaking across the sky, avoiding the blazing dog fights that were exploding around it. It had the markings of a superior officer, difficult to make out at the break-neck speed it was going.
Captain Jecht was seated in the cockpit, setting a course for the dome. He began setting his instruments for life readings, focusing it at the dome. There were quite a few, but they were blinking out, one by one, as the structure crumbled. Dammit, kid! You'd better be alive!
Then he saw something odd. There was a tiny, barely visible spark, proceeding slowly down the side of the dome, towards the entrance. "What the...?", Jecht breathed as he set his scope to magnify the image. It was a person, difficult to make out at a distance. He seemed to be trailed by sparks, sliding down the periphery of the wall... Jecht quickly glanced down at the life reading... one light was left blinking.
He looked incredulously at the image as he set the ship to manual and blazed the thrusters to full blast.
The dome had stopped crumbling and it now seemed deserted. Nothing was moving and only the explosions could be heard in the distance. At the foot of the entrance, though, lay one body that was not covered in stone. Tidus lay, unconscious and forgotten, at the entrance to the dome. Another explosion sounded, and this one seemed to jar him awake.
Tidus sat up, groaning, only dimly aware of what was going on. His eyes still unfocused, he racked his brain for an account of what was going on. Playing Blitzball...attacked by Bevelle...sphere pool dispersing...Fenza floating...Fenza dead... He suddenly jerked fully awake, not wanting to remeber that. Massaging his forehead, Tidus felt around for the blade he had taken off the trooper. Feeling the hilt, he brought it up to his inspection... broken, snapped clean in half. Ha, ha...great! I'm in the middle of an unprovoked blood bath, without a weapon! I just love this!
Tidus then stood bolt upright, remembering the others. He turned and ran into the rubble, yelling the names of his teammates, even the Duggles. But all his voice did was echo woefully back at him, almost mocking him. Now frantic, he started digging up the debris, his ears straining for a muffled cry or a shuddering breath, anything besides god damned explosions.
Finally, Tidus felt something, something beneath the rocks. He started shovelling it away, not caring if his hands felt like they were going to fall off...there. It was the body of one of the Abes, Julie, one of his fellow attackers. Her face was cold and she was bleeding at the lip. Her eyes stared lifelessly up at the sky through crushed goggles. Was she...? No, he didn't want to believe it. Tidus furiously started to shovel the rocks off the rest of her body...it was sickening.
He turned around and fell to his knees. Silent tears started to roll off his face as he pounded the ground...Julie...Fenzen...what did they do? What did they ever do to deserve this? Everybody... Suddenly, they was a noise of jets closing down. Tidus looked up and saw a fighter landing in front of him with a deafening roar. As it hit the ground, the headlights began to blind his eyes. Holding a hand in front of him, squinting, Tidus wasn't sure if it was an enemy fighter or on of their's. So this is how I'm going to die. Shot clean by a cannon. HA...no.
"You stupid bastard! You killed them! I'll kill you!", the spite Tidus had felt earlier had just rushed him again. Screaming with a rage, he rushed towards the fighter, stub of a blade in hand, not thinking of the consequences of running towards an armed cannon.
"Hey, kid! Drop that broken sword before you cut yourself!" Tidus fell limp, blinking, his eyes adjusting to the light. "...Jecht?" Jecht climbed out of the fighter. He was wearing light armor with the symbol of Zanarkand on the the front. He stopped in front of Tidus, brushing his hair and headband out of his eyes, "Give me a little respect, kid. I'm still your father."
"Tuh. Wish you weren't", the "kid" said, smiling weakly. Jecht smiled grimly, moving to put a firm grip on his son's shoulder. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah..."
"Where're the others?" A bitterness crept back into Tidus' voice, again, as he said, "Back there, somewhere!", thrusting his arm blindly behind him. Jecht looked up, understood, and cast he eyes downward. Spotting Julie on the floor, he quickly kneeled, and felt the wound. Reaching for his pocket, he pull out a small pouch with a golden-red feather inside. Tearing it up, Jecht sprinkled it over Julie's body. The small pieces of feather burst into flame and sank into her body...but the wound did not close. "She's...gone"
"I noticed", Tidus said coldy. Jecht then got up and looked at him, something like admiration and pride, glowing behind his dark eyes. "How'd you do it?"
"What?"
"How'd you survive? I'm guessing you fell from the top of the dome?"
"Yeah", he said, fingering the broken sword. "I grinded down using this thing...hahahaha", lauhing hysterically, Tidus started to loose his balance. "I-I took it of that stupid jackass. Stupid soldier...stupid Bevelle." Suddenly, he turned around and visciously flung the blade into the ground which cracked as it made a dull clunk. Then he rounded on his father and pulled him by the shoulders, yelling," Why?! Why?! Why did this happen?! What the hell do they want?!" Jecht, who calmly took the abuse, said, "You can rip me piece by piece kid, but it won't bring them back."
Tidus' hands slumped down. "You're right...ha...you're right." Regaining his composure, he looked up at Jecht. "What do we do now?"
"You're gonna take my ship and go straight back home. I'm going into town to take care of the rest-"
"What? Go home?", Tidus looked increduously at his father. "I don't think so dad. If anyone is going into town, it's me. I'm gonna take down as many of those bastards as I can! I'm not gonna sit by and watch more people die!"
"Huh?", Jecht looked at his son, as if he was desperatley trying to be funny. "No, no, no, no, no, no. That's my job. Besides, your mother would have my blood if anything happened to you."
"Hmph. I won't exactly care about that if I at the bottom of the ground", said Tidus, smiling.
"Listen-"
"No, you listen!", the son said, flaring up once more, "I'm going into town and I'm tearing them all up. I don't care if I do it with or without your help! They're going to pay and I won't die until they're all in the dirt!" Jecht looked slightly taken aback. Turning around, he stalked back to his fighter, saying,"Fine. I didn't think you were much of a piolet, anyway." He reached into the cockpit and pulled out a blade, very much like his own. It had a red coat and a silver edging.
"Here", said flinging it behind his back to his son,"use it." Tidus looked down at the blade, "...Thanks, dad." Jecht turned, but he had a smile on his face. "And I thought you were like your mother...here, use these too", he said throwing a small, white med kit. "There are ten Phoenix Downs and twenty potions in there. You're definatly gonna need them!"
"Hmph", Tidus said, smiling still. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to check on your mother and bring her to the headquarters. I'll get into the fight after that. Head for the headquarters as soon as you can and use this if you get into a tight spot." Tidus turned over and looked at the small radio that had just been thrown to him. "Aww... all these presents! That brings up the total of my life's birthday gifts from you to three!" Jecht just grinned and closed the cockpit , saying, "Keep in touch."
With that, he took off and flew off into the city. Tidus looked at the retreating jet, then he looked down. He bent next to Julie's form and placed his hand on her face, closing her eyes. Then, gripping his new blade, he ran off into the city, a fire burning inside.
