To All: Forgive me! I was GOING to start this chapter with Shock's group, but my muse is being stubborn and only giving me ideas for Jen's group right now. Hopefully this will turn into a two group section with Shock's. ::punches the little fairy on her shoulder:: Get to work dear Faylinn!
To Blue Dragon X: There aren't really ranks except for the Captains. Then there are the full NA members, or senior members, and the Cadets. In the Senior members there are certain job positions. For example: Severine is the Weapons Specialist. Shock is the Flight Technician (or Aeronautical Specialist. . . Red Mage Neko you pick what you like better) Sypher is the Communications Specialist, Damon WAS the Combat Specialist and a Captains Second (the other captains don't have one because they are stronger than Jen and don't need it or want it) (looks up and realizes that was a lot of S names. . . o.o) Badguy (Spike Sanders- yeesh!) is the Medical Specialist or Doctor. . . heheheh. . . ummm and I think that was it. The the others are specialist in their field, obviously that's why they are there and senior members but they don't have specific badges or titles or anything. Sorry. ^_^
To Lexiter, Ninja Girl Emi, CAoS, Keily and Red Mage Neko: LOVE the Guardians! ^_^
To CursedAngelofSephiroth (CAoS when I'm lazy .): Sounds good about the Time bands!! And yes it can be from FFT
To PokemonJoe: You can create your own if you want or you can stick with Neo-Bahamut.
I forgot who mentioned this but: I know who Sleiphnir is in Mythology ^_^ but thanks anyway. ::holds up her book of Norse, Celtic, Greek and Roman mythology and then hugs it:: I love this book. T.T!!
And another note: Severine and Lisa are natural magic users, and I forgot to mention it before that they don't need the bands because of this. Whoops! ::slaps fingers:: Don't overtype anymore!
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Jen slammed her foot on the gas on the highway and pushed around ninety miles an hour. Sypher sat in his seat looking slightly frightened. "Uh, Jen? Why are we speeding. It IS snowing out."
"We have half an hour to get there. The airport is fifty minutes away."
"And whose fault is that?" He grumbled praying they wouldn't hit a patch of ice or anything. In the silver car behind them Lisa drove on, frowning.
"What is she doing?" She asked allowed before finally flipping down the small screen and hitting a few buttons. Cid sat in the back watching all the other cars fly by.
"What?" Jen's voice demanded.
"May I inquire why we are speeding in heavy traffic with snow falling?" She asked, rather annoyed.
"Because we have half an hour to get our asses to a place that's fifty minutes away! Don't ask questions." She flipped the screen up and sighed as it faded to black.
"Holy mother of-!" Cid yelled, watching as Jen's car lurched forward again. "She's a speeding road rage trigger-happy pyro! That's what she is!" He said. Vincent frowned.
"Lovely use of words." He remarked dryly gaining a slight giggle from Lisa who eyed the two small red buttons on her steering wheel. She shook her head and merely slammed even harder on the accelerator while shifting.
Jen flew down the highway at top speeds, dodging the other cars that occasionally felt the need to blow their horns. A few times the car would slide and she would gently turn the wheel in the other direction to counteract the slow spin. Severine kept her eyes shut tightly. "Jen, could you, uh, slow down just a little bit?"
"And be late and piss off the President of the United States? Sorry." They were soon free of the falling snow and the ground was completely dry. The storm had not yet reached that area. She eyed the two red buttons on her steering wheel.
"Jen. No." Sypher said as she looked at the buttons clearly labeled N2O. She grinned.
"It's the only way we'll make it."
"We're going to get arrested!" Severine wailed. Jen shrugged.
"We aren't going to. We'll be going to fast. Hold on everyone."
"What's- WHOA!" Zell yelled as the car suddenly put on another burst of speed pushing one hundred and thirty miles an hour. Jen laughed while Sypher sighed. The phone rang and Sypher answered it, flipping down the screen and angling it to him.
"Did she just-"
"Yes. She did." Sypher answered Lisa before he could finish.
"Just great. Fantastic." She sighed, the screen going blank.
"What's wrong?" Vincent asked.
"Just hold onto your stomachs." She said.
"Why?" Cid asked, sitting forward. A second later he was thrown back. "WHOA!" He yelled as Lisa hit the red button. The car lurched forward, Jen's car soon in sight again as they raced on.
Ten minutes later they reached the airport, five minutes ahead of schedule. Jen grinned as the pulled onto the airstrip after security checked them in. The pulled up to a cargo plane with a smaller plane next to it. "Jennifer Hynes?"
"Yes. That would be me." She said. The guard saluted her and instructed her to pull onto the ramp and park the car where the other guards were waiting. Lisa pulled in behind her and climbed out the car with the others. Cid stared at Jen in fascination.
"Please, don't do that again." Lisa warned. Jen crossed her arms and looked up at the taller girl.
"Is that a threat, Moonraker?"
"No, but it's a request."
"Holy shit!" Cid suddenly swore. Jen laughed.
"Like that, eh?"
"What th'fuck was that about?"
"Didn't want to be late." Jen answered and walked down the ramp towards the other plane with everyone following her. Cid walked next to Sypher.
"She's amazing isn't she?" Sypher almost purred. Cid looked at him.
"She's a damn lunatic, s'what she is!"
The group got on the plane waiting for them and were surprised to see that it was very well equipped. Instead of the flight seats Jen had been expecting they had been sent Air Force One. "Wow. We're really being treated nicely." She said. The guard saluted to.
"Yes ma'am. You are to be held as number one priority. The flight will be about nine hours, so please make yourself at home, ma'am." He ended and left the large "room." Cid whistled.
"Wish my airship was equipped like this." He said, sitting down on one of the couches.
"Well make yourself comfortable because it's going to be a long ride, and we have a lot to discuss." Jen said, first going up the small staircase to the upper level. Her jaw almost dropped before she recovered. "If anyone wants to sleep there's a bed up here!" She shouted. There were two twin bed along the wall, and on the other side was another door. She walked to it and peeked in, finding another room with a queen sized bed. The president and first ladies room no doubt. They wouldn't go in there.
"What was that?" Sypher asked while she walked down the stairs.
"There are two bed up there if anyone wants to rest in quiet. Stay out of the room with the large bed though." She warned. "It's the president's."
"This is your pilot Elliot Rice. Everyone please take a seat while we begin our flight. Thank you." A warm, deep voice said from the speakers. They all sat down while Jen pulled out the file.
"Alright. This is the man we're after." She said, and handed around the stack of photos. "Name is Aerick Bosnar. He's one of the ten elite Archon Circle members." She added, stating the obvious. "He is around thirty-six years old, and born to a Filipino woman and an English man, though his looks more resemble his mothers. He's six feet one inch tall, taking after his father on that. Short black hair, dark brown eyes, and almost always dressed in designer clothes. You'll know what I mean when you see him. He mainly uses a rifle and pistols or a chain that he uses as a whip. Stay away from that. I question as to what hurts more, being shot or that whip." She said frowning, with a quick glance at her left thigh. He doesn't use magic, and last I ran into him he didn't have a Guardian, so I'm sure he doesn't have one at all."
"Wait, what's a Guardian? Is that a sort of vehicle?" Cid asked. Jen, Sypher, Severine and Lisa laughed.
"That's right. Umm, Sypher why don't you show them what a-" There was a light crackling sound next to Sypher and a short burst of cold air. A tall women with blue skin stood next to him.
"I was called?" She asked softly, her eyes the same shocking blue as Sypher. Cid jumped up and tripped, falling on his backside.
"What th'fuck?" He yelled. The woman looked at him oddly, her long blue hair hanging behind her, hand on her hip. She wore very little.
"This is Shiva, my Guardian. A Guardian is a God, Goddess, deceased royalty, demon, mythical creature, almost anything with extraordinary powers that protects a certain human." He explained.
"Shiva? I have a summon called Shiva. Looks somewhat like you?" He said. "And wait! You talk?!"
"Of course I talk." She said angrily. "You take me for a mute?" She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Shiva, it's okay. He's not from this planet." Sypher said, taking her cold right hand and patting it. "Thank you, we just needed to show them what a Guardian was."
"Glad I could be of service." She said, smiling affectionately at Sypher as she faded out, her body drawing the heat out with her and leaving the room temporarily cold.
"We have Guardian Forces." Zell said, watching where Shiva had been. Jen nodded. "Does everyone have a Guardian?"
"Almost all the NA members have them, as do some of the Circle members. All the nation's leaders have one as well. The Guardian is passed from leader to leader for protection."
"Do you have one?" Vincent asked, somewhat curious.
"Of course. His name is Ifrit, a demon of fire."
"Ifrit eh? Not surprising." Cid nodded. "We have an Ifrit Summon."
"Yeah, that's the name of one of our GF's." Zell added. Jen shrugged. Vincent turned to Lisa.
"And do you have a Guardian as well?" She nodded.
"Neo-Bahamut." Cid snorted as they turned to Severine. She nodded, looking down.
"Sleiphnir." She said softly, a hint of anger on her face briefly.
"Okay, so Aerick doesn't have a Guardian, which is very good." She said, drawing the attention off of Severine, who looked at her gratefully. "That means we have the advantage. He uses women, many of them dying after he's through with them."
"By use you mean-" Jen cut Zell off with a nasty look. His mouth opened in a circle and his eyes went wide. "Oh."
"And as a warning, if he captures you, you may want to kill yourself."
"What?"
"He tortures those he holds hostage. If you feel like you aren't going to be rescued, or might give him vital information, do everyone a favor and end it yourself. Don't be a hero and try to hold out. We all undergo. . . torture tests before becoming full members, but some could crack. We've had a captain in the past end his life because he knew he would spill. Now THAT'S a real hero." She added and shut the folder. "Any questions, ask either myself or Sypher. We've had plenty of run ins with that bastard." She said sadly and then stood.
"Where you going?"
"To sleep. And if anyone bothers me I'll kill them." She said, yawning and stretching. Despite getting a lot of sleep the past night she was still tired.
"I'm coming too." Severine said, standing, squashing all hopes of Sypher curling up on the other bed. He shot her a nasty look and she couldn't help but smile.
They were half an hour away from the White House and were getting ready to land. Jen dug through the small bag she had brought on the flight with her and pulled out two worn leather gloves with three, three inch claws coming off each. She leaned over the railing on the upper level. "Hey Zell? Could I talk to you for a second?" He looked at the others, Sypher frowning and stood.
"Yeah?" He asked as he got to the top. Jen held the gloves rubbing them for a second before holding them out to him.
"These were Damon's. I want you to fight with them." She said.
"What? Why?"
"Because, he would have wanted it that way. He wouldn't want them to sit in some box unused. He was a real fighter." Zell took them carefully, peeling his gloves off and put them on. They fit perfectly. Jen beamed for a second. "Great. They look excellent. Thank you." She added, and took his gloves and put them in the bag. She grabbed it off the bed and walked over to him, planting a small kiss on his cheek before walking down the stairs.
"What was that about?" Severine asked and then turned to see Zell walk down the stairs, flexing his hands in the new gloves. Sypher stood angrily.
"You gave him Damon's gloves?!" He yelled. Jen pushed him back onto the seat.
"It's not like you would fight with them, and they wouldn't fit you anyway, so shut the fuck up and get ready to go." She hissed, tossing the bag on a chair. He stood again, grumbling.
"Touchdown in ten minutes." The pilot announced. He hooked the staff onto his back and leaned against one of the sides, his eyes narrow slits.
The small jet landed on the White House lawn with more guards coming out to greet them. Jen had left her jacket tossed onto the chair with the bag, which one of the in-flight guards had said would be brought to their vehicles.
They piled off the jet and were saluted before being led up to the large building. One of the guards eyed Jen warily. She turned to look at him. "What?"
"I'm going to have to ask for your weapons."
"What? Absolutely not." She said.
"Policy ma'am."
"I'm not letting someone else touch my guns." She hissed. Sypher slapped a hand to his forehead.
"That goes for everyone." He said as another guard stepped up behind him. They all shook their heads.
"Ain't no fuckin' way I let you touch my spear." Cid told him, holding the Venus Gospel over his shoulder. Vincent stood next to him with the Death Penalty in a holster on his right hip. Lisa was just in front of him with her sword sheathed on her side and her crossbow strapped to her back. Severine had no weapons, and Zell had his new gloves with the rather nasty looking spikes that hung past his unclenched fingers. And then there was Jen.
Strapped to her back was Sniper, and on holsters at her hips were Sharpshooter and Final Thrill. Then there was the red E-3 strapped to her right calf. She turned to the guard. "The President is expecting us. I suggest you let us go meet him." The guard shook his head just as a tall woman in a flowing white robe stepped out of the doors in front of them.
"Skylar, it's alright." She said, and beckoned for them to follow her. They glanced at each other before heading in. They were led to a dark room where the President stood.
"You've finally come." He smiled. Jen nodded and watched as the woman made her way to stand next to the president. She was slightly taller than he was, and he was a tall man. Her skin was pale compared to his darker chocolate brown and short black hair. Sypher looked at her questioningly. "Thank you Liberty. If I need your assistance once more I'll call for you." She nodded and turned to them, her body turning grey like smoke and then blowing away. The President laughed. "Liberty is the Presidential Guardian." He walked towards them, his hand outstretched.
"Thank your for contacting us, President Morgan."
"Please, just call me Cid." Cid Highwind snorted for a second as Jen introduced everyone.
Shock sighed as for the tenth time since the plane took off, Yuffie got sick. He finally reached up and grabbed the first aid kit off the ceiling. He opened it and pulled out a small package, handing it to her.
"What's this?" She moaned, her face green.
"Take it." He said handing her a bottle of water. "It's Dramamine. Helps motion sickness." She looked at it like it was poison before Rikku shoved the pill in her mouth and forced her to drink.
"Yuffie, I'm sick of you getting sick all over the place." She laughed and then left the cockpit to find Alex, who grinned as she came back.
"Is she still getting sick?" Alex asked as she took a seat next to him.
"No. Shock gave her Daramine?"
"Dramamine." Alex corrected. "Good. I was hoping someone had that on them to give to her." They sat in silence for a minute, Rikku looking out the window a slight blush coming over her face when she glanced over at him. He grinned back at her, his little dimples arriving. Rikku laughed and then turned to the window as the plane gave a sudden drop. She gripped the armrests.
"What was that?" She wondered. It had been stronger than when Shock had announced turbulence.
"I don't know. I'll go check." He said, standing up, slightly worried. He made his way to the cockpit door when the plane dropped again. He fell into the door, throwing it open. "What the hell are you doing?!" Alex yelled. Shock shook his head.
"Not me. We've got company." He said simply as Yuffie's face turned green again and she moaned.
"What?" Alex asked, moving to the windows. He pressed his face and hands against it to see they were being flanked by three jets. "Oh man." He moaned.
"No kidding. This isn't a fighter plane." Shock mumbled. "I don't want to do this." He added and then yelled over his shoulder. "EVERYONE SIT DOWN AND BUCKLE UP! ITS GOING TO GET A BIT BUMPY!" Everyone in the back scrambled to get a seat, Yuffie running out of the cockpit. Alex grabbed the seat next to the pilot and sat in it, putting on a headset.
"Just tell me what to do." He said, waiting. Shock looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
"Alright. See that red button there? Don't push it." Alex laughed. "No seriously. It's the landing gear. I think I may have a way out of this." He said softly pulling them out of a dive."
"How?"
"Slypher."
"You're going to use your Guardian?"
"It's that or we die!" Shock almost yelled and looked out the window for a minute as he dove and pulled out it to avoid the planes and their attacks. A dark shadow blotted out the sun over their plan and a massive dragon suddenly appeared, swooping next to the plane where Shock was sitting. He could hear the dragon's voice echoing in his head because they were separated by the plane sides.
You called? The silver dragon asked. Shock nodded.
We can't get rid of the jets. Can you scare them off?
I can do more than that if you wish. Shock shook his head.
Don't kill them if you can help it. Just get them to back off or something. The giant dragon beat his wings once and lifted higher into the air. Shock leaned forward to look out the front window and saw his Guardian steer off to the side and attach himself to one of the jets. The pilot immediately ejected from the plane and opened the parachute. Shock snorted as Slypher let the plane go and headed towards the other two. Shock focused on trying to dodge the various small missiles that were being focused on the plane when it was hit again.
"Oh shit!" Shock yelled as the plane started dropping again. He tried to pull up when a red light came on. "Oh man. SLYPHER!" He screamed both out loud and silently to the dragon who gave up chasing the jets and flew to their aid, clamping his claws on the shredded metal and beating his own wings to slow them. The two jets returned and shot at them again.
Who are those people?
I have no idea. Shock silently raged and watched as two more jet's rose before them. This isn't good. Slypher you should get out of here and leave us.
I can't do that Shock. He said and flew on towards the newest company. But these jets didn't fire at the passenger plane of the dragon. Instead, the attacks were turned towards the jets that had been attacking them! It looked like they had found allies.
A dogfight ensued between the four jets and two were shot out of the sky. Shock held his breath as the remaining two flanked him. They were so close he could see the pilots. The one in the ancient F-14 Tomcat gave him the thumbs up before coming over the headset in a muffled voice.
"Everyone alright on there?"
"I believe so, thank you for the assistance."
"No problem. We're from the SA Air Patrol. You're with the NA?"
"Yes sir, we are."
"Great. I'll inform Crown Prince Abdul-Salam you are coming. Would you like an escort?"
"That would be greatly appreciated."
"No problem. Is that your Guardian?"
"Yes."
"Magnificent creature. You are very lucky."
"Thank you." Shock said, and flicked on the microphone so he wouldn't have to yell. "Ladies and Gentleman we have an escort into Saudi Arabia. Expect to be there in twenty minutes."
The flight was finally over and Slypher set them down gently, landing next to the plane. As the piled out of the plane Rikku and Yuffie screamed loudly, never having seen Slypher before. Yuffie hid behind Shock who gently pried her off, smiling while Rikku hid behind her newly found friend Alex. He grinned broadly and put his arm around her.
"Nothing to worry about Rikku. See?" He said, and pointed to Shock who approached the dragon and patted his massive head. The dragon gave a throaty sounding purr and nudged at Shock before exploding in a gust of wind. Shock, the closest, braced himself against it while Yuffie almost fell.
"What WAS that?" Yuffie asked, eyes wide.
"My Guardian, Slypher." Shock answered walking towards the other pilots who had climbed out of their jets.
"Uh, what's a Guardian?"
"Looks like one of our Aeons." Wakka answered.
"A Guardian is a creature that vows to protect a human until the day they die." Alex answered as they followed Shock.
"Thank you. I owe you my life." Shock said, bowing his head to the much shorter man. The man raised his hand, shaking his head.
"No, it's quite alright. We're glad we could be of assistance. Prince Abdul-Salam will be here any moment. He as decided to come and great you. And he apologizes for the ordeal you have been through. Those were some of the men working for the Archon Circle. Shouldn't bother you anymore though, not when that Guardian of yours is around. Mighty impressive." He added. Shock nodded and turned to watch as a limousine pulled onto the landing strip.
And I'm going to end it there for now. Why? Because it's getting long and I have to find my Anthropology notes that have Arabic phrases in it, and also re-install my languages of the world cd-rom. That's right. ^_^ Comes with 31, count 'em, 31 languages, including (but not limited to) Tagalog, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Greek, Hebrew, Swahili and so on! So, that's 31 languages the NA members can speak in random degrees if need be. ^_^ LMAO!!! HAHAHHAAA!! I'm pathetic! ^_^ Enjoy everyone. Next chapter will have two again, but I don't know which two, and maybe a quick tiny update of Shock and possibly Jen. Dunno about those two though yet, but for sure two new groups.