Jace woke up to a loud rumbling sound. He swung his feet off the bed, and
received a shock when they hit the cold metal floor.
"What the hell?" he wondered as he stood up and looked around. He noticed the red paint covering that metal walls. He searched his memory, but could only remember one place that looked like this. "I wonder who got me onto the Ragnorak?" he asked himself. He put on his clothes and walked through the corridor to the cockpit. He hit the sensor door and walked in. He looked around and saw Zell sitting in the navigator's seat. Squall was sitting in a seat at the back of the cockpit. He walked over to his partner, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Morning," he said.
"G'morning," replied Squall. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah. Who got me on here without waking me up?" asked Jace. Squall winced a little.
"You were injected with a sleeping med." Jace looked at Squall.
"Who did it?" he asked.
"The only person you'd never hit. Sonya."
"Of course," said Jace. "Is Sonya here?"
"Yeah, she's still asleep." Suddenly, something occurred to Jace.
"Uh, Squall? Who's flying the ship?"
"I am," replied a slightly squeaky female voice. A small-framed lady hit a button on the console in front of her and jumped up, turning around in mid- air.
"You're Selphie Tilmitt, aren't you?" asked Jace uncertainly.
"He's as good as you said, Squall," said Selphie.
"Ah, but you're not exactly unheard of," replied Squall. Jace looked from Selphie to Squall, then back to Selphie.
"Didn't you go back to Trabia Garden years ago?" Selphie nodded emphatically.
"Yep. I was supervising the rebuilding."
"So why are you here?" asked Jace. Selphie opened her mouth to answer, but Squall cut in.
"Given that Selphie would probably take half an hour to answer, I'll do it. She was the first person to fly this thing, and she's the best at it. That's why I arranged for her to come to Garden for a while." Jace stared at Selphie.
"Does Irvine know you're back?" he asked. Selphie stopped bouncing around, and looked at Jace.
"No, he doesn't, and given his condition, I don't want him to just yet." Jace nodded, then moved over to a chair and sat down.
"So, Squall where are we going?" Squall looked up from a piece of paper and stared at a map attach to the console next to him.
"Esthar," he replied. "I need to get some help off someone."
"Would I know this person?" asked Jace, hoping for more information.
"Maybe," replied Squall. Jace nodded, and walked out of the room to search for Sonya. He wandered through the corridors until he heard a thump and a grunt at the same time from through the wall. He opened the door and walked in to find Sonya beating up on a punching bag.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"Nope!" replied the woman, not ceasing her thrashing in the slightest. "Just training so I could beat the crap out of that Almasy guy." She stepped back and let loose with a devastating spin kick, breaking the chain that kept the bag attached to the roof and sent it flying into the wall.
"I know how good a fighter you are," said Jace, moving over to the woman he loved. "but Almasy is a lot stronger than you think. You can't take him on your own." She glared at him.
"I won't be alone," she said. "My dad's just as pissed off as I am."
"True," conceded Jace. "But look what he did to Irvine. He's a lot stronger than any of us think."
"How do you know that?" asked Sonya.
"It's just a feeling, and those feelings normally turn out to be right." Sonya glared at him again.
"I don't care. He's mine." She pushed Jace away from her and stalked out the door. Jace watched her leave, then turned toward a thick wooden pole in the center of the room that was normally used for accuracy training. He stared at the pole for a few seconds, then closed his eyes. He opened them again and flames shot out of them, covering his entire body. He lashed out with his flaming hand, and splintered the pole into hundreds of pieces.
"What the hell was that?" asked Sonya, as she came back into the room. She saw Jace, flames surrounding him, and took a step back.
"It's okay, it's me," said Jace.
"What the hell happened to you?" asked Sonya. The flames died away from Jace, and he moved over to Sonya.
"I've been meaning to tell you what happened to me. I guess now is as good a time as any."
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Sorry, but you have to wait to the next chapter to find out what happened. Somebody please R n R, I've only had One! One! I mean, doesn't anybody read nowadays? Oh yeah. Hope you enjoy the story. He he.
"What the hell?" he wondered as he stood up and looked around. He noticed the red paint covering that metal walls. He searched his memory, but could only remember one place that looked like this. "I wonder who got me onto the Ragnorak?" he asked himself. He put on his clothes and walked through the corridor to the cockpit. He hit the sensor door and walked in. He looked around and saw Zell sitting in the navigator's seat. Squall was sitting in a seat at the back of the cockpit. He walked over to his partner, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Morning," he said.
"G'morning," replied Squall. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah. Who got me on here without waking me up?" asked Jace. Squall winced a little.
"You were injected with a sleeping med." Jace looked at Squall.
"Who did it?" he asked.
"The only person you'd never hit. Sonya."
"Of course," said Jace. "Is Sonya here?"
"Yeah, she's still asleep." Suddenly, something occurred to Jace.
"Uh, Squall? Who's flying the ship?"
"I am," replied a slightly squeaky female voice. A small-framed lady hit a button on the console in front of her and jumped up, turning around in mid- air.
"You're Selphie Tilmitt, aren't you?" asked Jace uncertainly.
"He's as good as you said, Squall," said Selphie.
"Ah, but you're not exactly unheard of," replied Squall. Jace looked from Selphie to Squall, then back to Selphie.
"Didn't you go back to Trabia Garden years ago?" Selphie nodded emphatically.
"Yep. I was supervising the rebuilding."
"So why are you here?" asked Jace. Selphie opened her mouth to answer, but Squall cut in.
"Given that Selphie would probably take half an hour to answer, I'll do it. She was the first person to fly this thing, and she's the best at it. That's why I arranged for her to come to Garden for a while." Jace stared at Selphie.
"Does Irvine know you're back?" he asked. Selphie stopped bouncing around, and looked at Jace.
"No, he doesn't, and given his condition, I don't want him to just yet." Jace nodded, then moved over to a chair and sat down.
"So, Squall where are we going?" Squall looked up from a piece of paper and stared at a map attach to the console next to him.
"Esthar," he replied. "I need to get some help off someone."
"Would I know this person?" asked Jace, hoping for more information.
"Maybe," replied Squall. Jace nodded, and walked out of the room to search for Sonya. He wandered through the corridors until he heard a thump and a grunt at the same time from through the wall. He opened the door and walked in to find Sonya beating up on a punching bag.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"Nope!" replied the woman, not ceasing her thrashing in the slightest. "Just training so I could beat the crap out of that Almasy guy." She stepped back and let loose with a devastating spin kick, breaking the chain that kept the bag attached to the roof and sent it flying into the wall.
"I know how good a fighter you are," said Jace, moving over to the woman he loved. "but Almasy is a lot stronger than you think. You can't take him on your own." She glared at him.
"I won't be alone," she said. "My dad's just as pissed off as I am."
"True," conceded Jace. "But look what he did to Irvine. He's a lot stronger than any of us think."
"How do you know that?" asked Sonya.
"It's just a feeling, and those feelings normally turn out to be right." Sonya glared at him again.
"I don't care. He's mine." She pushed Jace away from her and stalked out the door. Jace watched her leave, then turned toward a thick wooden pole in the center of the room that was normally used for accuracy training. He stared at the pole for a few seconds, then closed his eyes. He opened them again and flames shot out of them, covering his entire body. He lashed out with his flaming hand, and splintered the pole into hundreds of pieces.
"What the hell was that?" asked Sonya, as she came back into the room. She saw Jace, flames surrounding him, and took a step back.
"It's okay, it's me," said Jace.
"What the hell happened to you?" asked Sonya. The flames died away from Jace, and he moved over to Sonya.
"I've been meaning to tell you what happened to me. I guess now is as good a time as any."
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Sorry, but you have to wait to the next chapter to find out what happened. Somebody please R n R, I've only had One! One! I mean, doesn't anybody read nowadays? Oh yeah. Hope you enjoy the story. He he.