The Life of a Seed Cadet
Prolouge
Jen: Okay, Squall, it's your turn for the disclaimer.
Squall: *crosses his arms over his chest and glares at her*
Ryoga: Hey, can I say the disclaimer, since he doesn't want to?
Miroku: Ryoga, I do not think that was a wise thing to say.
Ryoga: Huh? What do you mean?
Miroku: *calmly points to Squall, who has Lion Heart out, holding the gunblade threateningly* Call it a hunch.
Ryoga: Erk!
Jen: *sighs, feeling a headache beginning* Alright...I'll do it myself. I don't own Final Fantasy 8,
the good folks at Square do. All characters not in the game are my own little additions. So, don't sue!
Okay, let's go over this again.
~............~ are thoughts
*********************** are the beginning/end of the story and/or scene changes.
Confused yet? ^_^;;
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Cast of Characters(my own characters, if you're reading this, then you're relatively familiar with the characters
from the game):
Name: Greg Hernandez
Age: 16
Weapon: Gunblade(Revolver)
Rank: SeeD Cadet(unless I can get a good list of the Garden ranks)
Hair: short, black
Eyes: green
Name: Ami Yamamoto
Age: 16
Weapon: polearm weapons(staffs, spears, and whatnot)
Rank: SeeD Cadet(Again, I'd appreciate it greatly if someone could e-mail me a list of the Garden ranks
and a short description of what the ranks are...my e-mail's in my profile...I'll give credit)
Hair: Tied back in a ponytail...dark brown
Eyes: brown
On with the story...
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Sweating heavily, Greg swung his gunblade at the Grat, striking the killing blow after several
minutes of hard fighting with the huge plant. Straightening from his battle stance, Greg wiped the
sweat from his brow, and looked around. He had spent the past hour in the Training Center, practicing
his gunblade skills. Hearing a low growl, he looked around again, wary of the possiblity of a T-Rexaur
on the prowl, since the monsters were allowed to roam freely in the fake jungle of the Training Center. He
heard the growl again and laughed when he realized that it was just his stomach reminding him that it was
empty and that it was dinner time. Looking down at his watch, he silently cursed to himself.
~Dammit...I'm running late for dinner. If I don't get to the Cafeteria right now,
I'll miss out on the hot dogs!~, he thought as he ran to the door separating the "safe area"
from the monsters' area. He sheathed his gunblade as he ran toward the girl who was standing by the exit,
impatiently tapping her foot, waiting for him.
"It's about time you got here, Greg! Come on, or we'll never get a hot dog!", she insisted as she grabbed
his hand, and headed out of the Training Center, pulling him along behind her.
"Sorry Ami. I ran into an unexpected Grat on the plank bridge over the stream."
"Just hurry.", Ami said irritably.
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At the Cafeteria, Greg and Ami stood behind a guy with short, spiky, blond hair with one side of his face tattooed.
The guy's name was Zell Dincht, and he had finally made it to the front of the line.
"Sorry, no more hot dogs for today.", the cafeteria lady said.
"Aw, man! Not again!", Zell complained as he slouched in disappointment.
"Strike out again with the hot dogs, Zell?", Greg said with a grin. Ami glared at him. If she had left him at the
Training Center to go to the Cafeteria, she could've been eating one of the coveted hot dogs. Besides...she was starving!
"Oh, hey, Greg. You struck out with the hot dogs, too, man.", Zell said, with a grin.
"Zell. We have a mission. We're to meet by the Front Gate."
Zell turned to face a guy wearing black clothes, and a gunblade was sheathed at his side.
"Gotcha, Squall. Greg, I'll catch ya later, okay?"
"Sure thing, Zell.", Greg said just before Zell ran out of the Cafeteria, heading for the Dorms.
"So, what are we going to do for dinner?", he added turning to Ami with a grin.
She snorted in irritation. "I don't know what you're doing for dinner, but I'm going into town.", she said, then left.
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Outside Balamb Garden, her staff in hand, Ami walked down the road toward Balamb. She had finished her classes for the day.
~Hmph. Leave it to Greg to make us both late for dinner.~ she thought as she walked.
"Hey, wait for me!", a familiar voice shouted from behind her. Ami stopped and turned to see who it was.
It was Greg running as fast as he could, Gunblade unsheathed in case they ran into any monsters along the way.
She sighed in frustration and kept walking.
Greg was slightly short of breath as he walked beside Ami.
"Ami, you know that we're not SeeDs yet. We can't just leave Garden whenever we want. What if the
Disciplinary Committee catches us?"
Ami looked at him with a look that said "Are you that stupid?".
"They won't catch us, Greg. Remember? Seifer Almasy broke out of the Discipline Room shortly after that
Squall guy left with his squad, and Raijin and Fujin followed Almasy. The Disciplinary Committee's gone.
That leaves the Headmaster and the Garden Faculty in charge of enforcing the rules.", Ami explained. Greg gave
her a slightly confused look, and she sighed again.
"Greg, that means that, whenever the Cafeteria runs out of hot dogs, unless we want to starve to death, we can go into town to eat.
"Oh, I gotcha, Ami.", Greg said with a grin and they both put away their weapons before entering Balamb.
To be continued...
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A/N: There ya have it...the beginning of my first(and probably only) Final Fantasy 8 fic. This takes place while Squall & Co.
are in Timber, so, things are about to heat up as rumors about what's going on outside Balamb Garden start circulating.
Yes, I deliberately made Ami kinda bitchy here, but she has a reason...she's hungry! She'll get nicer.
Squall: So, now I'm "a guy wearing black clothing with a gunblade sheathed at his side"?
Jen: Well, that was the best description I could come up for you. Besides...people who read this will mostly likely already know what you look like.
Squall: Hmph...whatever.
Anyway, comments will be welcome, flames will be thrown back at whoever sends them my way.
Until next chapter...ja ne!
Prolouge
Jen: Okay, Squall, it's your turn for the disclaimer.
Squall: *crosses his arms over his chest and glares at her*
Ryoga: Hey, can I say the disclaimer, since he doesn't want to?
Miroku: Ryoga, I do not think that was a wise thing to say.
Ryoga: Huh? What do you mean?
Miroku: *calmly points to Squall, who has Lion Heart out, holding the gunblade threateningly* Call it a hunch.
Ryoga: Erk!
Jen: *sighs, feeling a headache beginning* Alright...I'll do it myself. I don't own Final Fantasy 8,
the good folks at Square do. All characters not in the game are my own little additions. So, don't sue!
Okay, let's go over this again.
~............~ are thoughts
*********************** are the beginning/end of the story and/or scene changes.
Confused yet? ^_^;;
*********************************
Cast of Characters(my own characters, if you're reading this, then you're relatively familiar with the characters
from the game):
Name: Greg Hernandez
Age: 16
Weapon: Gunblade(Revolver)
Rank: SeeD Cadet(unless I can get a good list of the Garden ranks)
Hair: short, black
Eyes: green
Name: Ami Yamamoto
Age: 16
Weapon: polearm weapons(staffs, spears, and whatnot)
Rank: SeeD Cadet(Again, I'd appreciate it greatly if someone could e-mail me a list of the Garden ranks
and a short description of what the ranks are...my e-mail's in my profile...I'll give credit)
Hair: Tied back in a ponytail...dark brown
Eyes: brown
On with the story...
***********************************
Sweating heavily, Greg swung his gunblade at the Grat, striking the killing blow after several
minutes of hard fighting with the huge plant. Straightening from his battle stance, Greg wiped the
sweat from his brow, and looked around. He had spent the past hour in the Training Center, practicing
his gunblade skills. Hearing a low growl, he looked around again, wary of the possiblity of a T-Rexaur
on the prowl, since the monsters were allowed to roam freely in the fake jungle of the Training Center. He
heard the growl again and laughed when he realized that it was just his stomach reminding him that it was
empty and that it was dinner time. Looking down at his watch, he silently cursed to himself.
~Dammit...I'm running late for dinner. If I don't get to the Cafeteria right now,
I'll miss out on the hot dogs!~, he thought as he ran to the door separating the "safe area"
from the monsters' area. He sheathed his gunblade as he ran toward the girl who was standing by the exit,
impatiently tapping her foot, waiting for him.
"It's about time you got here, Greg! Come on, or we'll never get a hot dog!", she insisted as she grabbed
his hand, and headed out of the Training Center, pulling him along behind her.
"Sorry Ami. I ran into an unexpected Grat on the plank bridge over the stream."
"Just hurry.", Ami said irritably.
***************************************
At the Cafeteria, Greg and Ami stood behind a guy with short, spiky, blond hair with one side of his face tattooed.
The guy's name was Zell Dincht, and he had finally made it to the front of the line.
"Sorry, no more hot dogs for today.", the cafeteria lady said.
"Aw, man! Not again!", Zell complained as he slouched in disappointment.
"Strike out again with the hot dogs, Zell?", Greg said with a grin. Ami glared at him. If she had left him at the
Training Center to go to the Cafeteria, she could've been eating one of the coveted hot dogs. Besides...she was starving!
"Oh, hey, Greg. You struck out with the hot dogs, too, man.", Zell said, with a grin.
"Zell. We have a mission. We're to meet by the Front Gate."
Zell turned to face a guy wearing black clothes, and a gunblade was sheathed at his side.
"Gotcha, Squall. Greg, I'll catch ya later, okay?"
"Sure thing, Zell.", Greg said just before Zell ran out of the Cafeteria, heading for the Dorms.
"So, what are we going to do for dinner?", he added turning to Ami with a grin.
She snorted in irritation. "I don't know what you're doing for dinner, but I'm going into town.", she said, then left.
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Outside Balamb Garden, her staff in hand, Ami walked down the road toward Balamb. She had finished her classes for the day.
~Hmph. Leave it to Greg to make us both late for dinner.~ she thought as she walked.
"Hey, wait for me!", a familiar voice shouted from behind her. Ami stopped and turned to see who it was.
It was Greg running as fast as he could, Gunblade unsheathed in case they ran into any monsters along the way.
She sighed in frustration and kept walking.
Greg was slightly short of breath as he walked beside Ami.
"Ami, you know that we're not SeeDs yet. We can't just leave Garden whenever we want. What if the
Disciplinary Committee catches us?"
Ami looked at him with a look that said "Are you that stupid?".
"They won't catch us, Greg. Remember? Seifer Almasy broke out of the Discipline Room shortly after that
Squall guy left with his squad, and Raijin and Fujin followed Almasy. The Disciplinary Committee's gone.
That leaves the Headmaster and the Garden Faculty in charge of enforcing the rules.", Ami explained. Greg gave
her a slightly confused look, and she sighed again.
"Greg, that means that, whenever the Cafeteria runs out of hot dogs, unless we want to starve to death, we can go into town to eat.
"Oh, I gotcha, Ami.", Greg said with a grin and they both put away their weapons before entering Balamb.
To be continued...
***************************************************************
A/N: There ya have it...the beginning of my first(and probably only) Final Fantasy 8 fic. This takes place while Squall & Co.
are in Timber, so, things are about to heat up as rumors about what's going on outside Balamb Garden start circulating.
Yes, I deliberately made Ami kinda bitchy here, but she has a reason...she's hungry! She'll get nicer.
Squall: So, now I'm "a guy wearing black clothing with a gunblade sheathed at his side"?
Jen: Well, that was the best description I could come up for you. Besides...people who read this will mostly likely already know what you look like.
Squall: Hmph...whatever.
Anyway, comments will be welcome, flames will be thrown back at whoever sends them my way.
Until next chapter...ja ne!