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Squall hurried to the elevator, speech in hand, and hair a mess. He struggled to fix his hair as he waited for the elevator to stop. It seemed as several millennia had passed before the elevator reached the second floor. He stepped out and rushed down the hall, arriving just in time to see the class flood out into the hall. He let out a long breath and his arms slumped to his mid-thigh region. He started to head towards to dorms when he heard the ever-so-familiar tone of the intercom. "Squall Leonhart report to the headmasters office immediately."
Stepping into the office, Squall already had a bad premonition, a very bad premonition. "It has come to my attention," Cid began, clearing his throat, " that we have not yet fully recovered from the Time Compression, and that there are apparitions roaming around the planet, each one surviving longer than the last. There was a report in Trabia of ghostly missiles bombarding the Garden, but nothing was harmed." Cid looked down at the list in his hand., "In Dollet, there was a report of 3 submarines, identical to the ones we used there a few months ago [you should remember Squall, That was your SeeD exam],Crashing into the wall and disappearing, killing 6." Cid read the next report and slowly looked up at the SeeD.
He drew in a deep breath and slowly said, "There are reports here saying that there were sittings of what they believe to be recreations of the recent Lunar Cry in Esthar, the Lunar Cry that destroyed the Centra civilization 80 years ago, and an unidentified one that is believed to be from the future in Galbadia. Even worse yet, the Galbadian government still has the Lunatic Pandora, so even if they are unable to gain access to Tears Point there is a great chance that they are capable to cause an additional Lunar Cry."
"And to top it off, Galbadia has just begun building long range missile silos all over Galbadia, and there are rumors of silos on the Lunatic Pandora itself." He walked over to the computer on his desk and hit several keys. He took two freshly printed sheets of paper and handed them to Squall. "I want you to gather these people and bring them here for briefing tomorrow." As Squall headed out the door, the old Headmaster said with the kindness of a grandparent, "Sleep well, Squall."
Now that Cid was in command again Squall could finally relax. He walked to his room and he was, oddly, calm. There was a crisis like none had ever faced before, yet he remained placid. He stepped into his domicile and laid himself down upon his bed. He was unable to comprehend just why he remained tranquil. He thereupon drifted off into serene unconsciousness. He awoke early the next mourning, before most had risen. He headed to the Training Center. The 17 year old SeeD stepped into the artificial environment, Hyperion in hand. He noticed the three Grats over beside a log . He dashed towards them. He swung and the unfortunate Grat was dissevered asunder. The other Grats struck. Squall dodged them and quickly discharged a Thundaga. The Grats were then slain under a hail of lightning. Squall's eyed floated down to the gunblade he was holding. It was of grand heft and magnitude. The blade was magnificently sharp and the handle was easy to grip.
He decided his training was over for the time being, so he went to cull the members on the list:
Room 567----Gerraide, Masto----SeeD------ /M/---18
Room 362----Ackit, Rissite--------Cadet-- ---/F/----16
Room 768----Shadres, Carrie-----SeeD----- -/F/----17
Room 565----Dakifta, Andre------SeeD----- -/M/---19
Room 677----Avarritz, Spencer---SeeD----- -/M/---20
Squall marched to the dorms and awakened each of them. They strolled to the Headmaster's office and awaited their briefing.
Squall hurried to the elevator, speech in hand, and hair a mess. He struggled to fix his hair as he waited for the elevator to stop. It seemed as several millennia had passed before the elevator reached the second floor. He stepped out and rushed down the hall, arriving just in time to see the class flood out into the hall. He let out a long breath and his arms slumped to his mid-thigh region. He started to head towards to dorms when he heard the ever-so-familiar tone of the intercom. "Squall Leonhart report to the headmasters office immediately."
Stepping into the office, Squall already had a bad premonition, a very bad premonition. "It has come to my attention," Cid began, clearing his throat, " that we have not yet fully recovered from the Time Compression, and that there are apparitions roaming around the planet, each one surviving longer than the last. There was a report in Trabia of ghostly missiles bombarding the Garden, but nothing was harmed." Cid looked down at the list in his hand., "In Dollet, there was a report of 3 submarines, identical to the ones we used there a few months ago [you should remember Squall, That was your SeeD exam],Crashing into the wall and disappearing, killing 6." Cid read the next report and slowly looked up at the SeeD.
He drew in a deep breath and slowly said, "There are reports here saying that there were sittings of what they believe to be recreations of the recent Lunar Cry in Esthar, the Lunar Cry that destroyed the Centra civilization 80 years ago, and an unidentified one that is believed to be from the future in Galbadia. Even worse yet, the Galbadian government still has the Lunatic Pandora, so even if they are unable to gain access to Tears Point there is a great chance that they are capable to cause an additional Lunar Cry."
"And to top it off, Galbadia has just begun building long range missile silos all over Galbadia, and there are rumors of silos on the Lunatic Pandora itself." He walked over to the computer on his desk and hit several keys. He took two freshly printed sheets of paper and handed them to Squall. "I want you to gather these people and bring them here for briefing tomorrow." As Squall headed out the door, the old Headmaster said with the kindness of a grandparent, "Sleep well, Squall."
Now that Cid was in command again Squall could finally relax. He walked to his room and he was, oddly, calm. There was a crisis like none had ever faced before, yet he remained placid. He stepped into his domicile and laid himself down upon his bed. He was unable to comprehend just why he remained tranquil. He thereupon drifted off into serene unconsciousness. He awoke early the next mourning, before most had risen. He headed to the Training Center. The 17 year old SeeD stepped into the artificial environment, Hyperion in hand. He noticed the three Grats over beside a log . He dashed towards them. He swung and the unfortunate Grat was dissevered asunder. The other Grats struck. Squall dodged them and quickly discharged a Thundaga. The Grats were then slain under a hail of lightning. Squall's eyed floated down to the gunblade he was holding. It was of grand heft and magnitude. The blade was magnificently sharp and the handle was easy to grip.
He decided his training was over for the time being, so he went to cull the members on the list:
Room 567----Gerraide, Masto----SeeD------ /M/---18
Room 362----Ackit, Rissite--------Cadet-- ---/F/----16
Room 768----Shadres, Carrie-----SeeD----- -/F/----17
Room 565----Dakifta, Andre------SeeD----- -/M/---19
Room 677----Avarritz, Spencer---SeeD----- -/M/---20
Squall marched to the dorms and awakened each of them. They strolled to the Headmaster's office and awaited their briefing.