Collision Factor part 3 & 1/2 (May be redone/finished)
Author's note: Ahem. I'm not sure how I'm gonna finish this, and I
gotta post it up sometime. So, any complaints that this chapter is
too short will promptly be ignored.
Nearly twenty minutes later, on a Garden vessel headed for
Esthar, Yolei was still focused, but barely. She was sitting between
Seifer and Zell, and from the nauseated look on Seifer's face, he was
about as happy about the seating arrangement as she was.
Zell was busy looking over the clipboard containing the
mission briefing, which had just been explained in almost complete
gibberish. Yolei tapped him on the shoulder timidly.
"Zell?" The blonde looked up at her with curiosity.
"Yeah?"
"Um, what exactly is out mission?" He grinned at her, causing a bit
of a blush on her cheeks.
"You didn't understand Commander Slur-a-lot either, huh? Don't worry,
I'll tell you."
"Then what're you waiting for?"
"...He's probably waiting for you to shut up." Seifer muttered, eyes
gazing up at the ceiling.
"Almasy, points will be deducted from your mark. Keep your opinion to
yourself." Zell said, trying to hide the satisfaction from his
voice. The taller man didn't say anything else, and Zell turned
back to Yolei.
"Basically, our mission is to curb Esthar's monster population.
Apparently, President Loire's sick of waking up and seeing an
Elnoyle outside his window every morning." He chuckled at the
thought. "Any other questions?"
"Um, when do we land?"
"Um, should be any minute now." He grinned cutely at her. "You ready?"
Raw nerves set in, and she gulped, then nodded, nervous fingers
fiddling with her crossbow. Poor thing, Zell thought, she's
probably never killed anything bigger than a Bomb..
He put his hand on her shoulder again.
"Don't worry, YoYo. Like I said, I'm watching after you." She looked
up from the weapon, smiled weakly, and nodded.
"Yeah. You're right. Thanks, Zell." It was getting easier to focus
now, she thought, despite the fact that she still blushed a bit, and
her heart was set aflutter at the moment. If she ignored it, the
feeling would go away.
It usually always did.
Author's note: Ahem. I'm not sure how I'm gonna finish this, and I
gotta post it up sometime. So, any complaints that this chapter is
too short will promptly be ignored.
Nearly twenty minutes later, on a Garden vessel headed for
Esthar, Yolei was still focused, but barely. She was sitting between
Seifer and Zell, and from the nauseated look on Seifer's face, he was
about as happy about the seating arrangement as she was.
Zell was busy looking over the clipboard containing the
mission briefing, which had just been explained in almost complete
gibberish. Yolei tapped him on the shoulder timidly.
"Zell?" The blonde looked up at her with curiosity.
"Yeah?"
"Um, what exactly is out mission?" He grinned at her, causing a bit
of a blush on her cheeks.
"You didn't understand Commander Slur-a-lot either, huh? Don't worry,
I'll tell you."
"Then what're you waiting for?"
"...He's probably waiting for you to shut up." Seifer muttered, eyes
gazing up at the ceiling.
"Almasy, points will be deducted from your mark. Keep your opinion to
yourself." Zell said, trying to hide the satisfaction from his
voice. The taller man didn't say anything else, and Zell turned
back to Yolei.
"Basically, our mission is to curb Esthar's monster population.
Apparently, President Loire's sick of waking up and seeing an
Elnoyle outside his window every morning." He chuckled at the
thought. "Any other questions?"
"Um, when do we land?"
"Um, should be any minute now." He grinned cutely at her. "You ready?"
Raw nerves set in, and she gulped, then nodded, nervous fingers
fiddling with her crossbow. Poor thing, Zell thought, she's
probably never killed anything bigger than a Bomb..
He put his hand on her shoulder again.
"Don't worry, YoYo. Like I said, I'm watching after you." She looked
up from the weapon, smiled weakly, and nodded.
"Yeah. You're right. Thanks, Zell." It was getting easier to focus
now, she thought, despite the fact that she still blushed a bit, and
her heart was set aflutter at the moment. If she ignored it, the
feeling would go away.
It usually always did.