A man wearing the white lab coat traditionally associated with scientists
walks into a room. A room lined with bookshelves, all of them crammed full
with books with such titles as The History of the Planet, Origins of the
Ancients, and The Jenova Theory. Only one corner of the room is free from
bookshelves, two tanks filled with some sort of fluid are there instead.
And floating in the tanks are two people, a man in the tank to the left and
a woman in the other. The man, judging by the cold light in his frosty
blue eyes, has seen countless tragedies and survived them all. His build
is that of a warrior who specializes in both strength and speed. To top it
all off, his hair is yellow with numerous carefully styled spikes pointing
more-or-less straight forward. A small plaque affixed to the tank
identifies him only as Subject C.
The woman in the other tank could only be described as beautiful. But it's not the kind of beautiful that gets in your face and screams for attention. No, her looks are soft, possessing a kind of subtle dignity and grace. Her lifeless green eyes once had a warm glow that could penetrate into your soul and somehow make you feel at peace with yourself. Her brown hair, once vibrant and full, now floats limply in the translucent fluid. Her skin, formerly rosy, is as pale as a corpse. Although that is only naturally, given that she is unmistakably dead. It is to her tank that the unknown scientist comes to, placing his hand lightly on her tank, tracing the figures on the plaque that make her known as Subject A. For a brief moment, a warm smile stretches across his face as he stares into her dull eyes. But only for a moment does it light up his countenance as he quickly turns away, clenching his fist, furious at himself for losing focus.
The scientist walks away, exits the room via a hallway that is lined with even more bookshelves, and emerges into an adjoining room that is practically identical to the first one, minus the tanks. He walks over to a man who is bustling around the room and taps him lightly on the shoulder.
"AH!" the man screams, throwing up his hands and dropping the book that he had been carrying.
"Sorry, Dr. Vahn. I didn't mean to scare you," the nameless man chuckles.
"Oh, it's only you, Professor Hyne. Don't sneak up on me like that. You almost gave me a heart attack, you know?"
In reply, Hyne bends down to pick up the book off the floor. "Is this what I think it is?"
"Oh, that? If you were thinking that it's one of Hojo's research journals, then yes."
"I'm amazed you managed to find one. I thought all of his research was burned, given his condition. Maybe I should offer you a raise," the professor said, smirking.
"Well, yes, it was quite difficult to find. But it has proved essential to our project here."
"How so?" "Well, for one thing, it's easier to show you rather than tell you. Give me the book and go take a look at that microscope over there," Vahn replied, pointing to a small table to his right.
"Okay," Professor Hyne shrugged, handed the book to his assistant and went to look into the microscope. "What is this?"
"That is a cell taken from the Ancient. And this." Dr. Vahn said, flipping through the book, "is a picture of a Jenova cell, taken by Hojo himself."
Hyne said nothing in reply but took the book and returned to the microscope, first looking into it again and then glancing at the picture in the book. His mouth formed a huge "O" of surprise as comprehension slowly hit him. "This is. These two are nothing alike!"
"Exactly, this discovery proves that Hojo and Gast were wrong in their theory that Jenova is an Ancient."
"But, what does this mean?"
"Honestly, I don't know. I do intend to find however. Something tells me it could be essential to the success of our project."
"Really? That's great news. Our project must not fail," Hyne said, still silently pondering the significance of this new development. Then he thought some more and finally decided to not worry so much. If anyone could figure it out, he knew that he and Dr. Vahn could. And once they finished their project, they would be unstoppable. "Just try to hurry. I have this horrible feeling that we're running out of time."
The woman in the other tank could only be described as beautiful. But it's not the kind of beautiful that gets in your face and screams for attention. No, her looks are soft, possessing a kind of subtle dignity and grace. Her lifeless green eyes once had a warm glow that could penetrate into your soul and somehow make you feel at peace with yourself. Her brown hair, once vibrant and full, now floats limply in the translucent fluid. Her skin, formerly rosy, is as pale as a corpse. Although that is only naturally, given that she is unmistakably dead. It is to her tank that the unknown scientist comes to, placing his hand lightly on her tank, tracing the figures on the plaque that make her known as Subject A. For a brief moment, a warm smile stretches across his face as he stares into her dull eyes. But only for a moment does it light up his countenance as he quickly turns away, clenching his fist, furious at himself for losing focus.
The scientist walks away, exits the room via a hallway that is lined with even more bookshelves, and emerges into an adjoining room that is practically identical to the first one, minus the tanks. He walks over to a man who is bustling around the room and taps him lightly on the shoulder.
"AH!" the man screams, throwing up his hands and dropping the book that he had been carrying.
"Sorry, Dr. Vahn. I didn't mean to scare you," the nameless man chuckles.
"Oh, it's only you, Professor Hyne. Don't sneak up on me like that. You almost gave me a heart attack, you know?"
In reply, Hyne bends down to pick up the book off the floor. "Is this what I think it is?"
"Oh, that? If you were thinking that it's one of Hojo's research journals, then yes."
"I'm amazed you managed to find one. I thought all of his research was burned, given his condition. Maybe I should offer you a raise," the professor said, smirking.
"Well, yes, it was quite difficult to find. But it has proved essential to our project here."
"How so?" "Well, for one thing, it's easier to show you rather than tell you. Give me the book and go take a look at that microscope over there," Vahn replied, pointing to a small table to his right.
"Okay," Professor Hyne shrugged, handed the book to his assistant and went to look into the microscope. "What is this?"
"That is a cell taken from the Ancient. And this." Dr. Vahn said, flipping through the book, "is a picture of a Jenova cell, taken by Hojo himself."
Hyne said nothing in reply but took the book and returned to the microscope, first looking into it again and then glancing at the picture in the book. His mouth formed a huge "O" of surprise as comprehension slowly hit him. "This is. These two are nothing alike!"
"Exactly, this discovery proves that Hojo and Gast were wrong in their theory that Jenova is an Ancient."
"But, what does this mean?"
"Honestly, I don't know. I do intend to find however. Something tells me it could be essential to the success of our project."
"Really? That's great news. Our project must not fail," Hyne said, still silently pondering the significance of this new development. Then he thought some more and finally decided to not worry so much. If anyone could figure it out, he knew that he and Dr. Vahn could. And once they finished their project, they would be unstoppable. "Just try to hurry. I have this horrible feeling that we're running out of time."