Elena: Yeah. He's busy in his own POV chapter.
Reeve: What? He got his own chapter? How stupid as that?
Elena: Almost as stupid as Reno himself.
Reeve: Touche. Tyramir does not own Final Fantasy or any of its characters. Good. Now we can do my own POV without any interference from Reno.
Reno: Hey, there's peanut butter on my electro-mag rod to go with the jam! Neat!
Reeve: Gah!
Proud Clod Sith
Reeve hurriedly worked the screwdriver into the compartment under the main control panel. When the last screw came out, he heaved and pulled it out, wincing as the metal plating singed his hands. Sparking wires hissed at him from inside. He swore again, and putting a pair of rubber gloves on, he leapt to the work of repairing Proud Clod.
Sweat poured down his brow as he worked. He took off his jacket and tossed it aside. Next went his breast holster, which held the gun that Rufus had given to him as a test of loyalty. A string of curses tumbled from his lips as the heat got to him.
The work was easy for him, having always had a keen mind for electronics. He remembered working on a major electronics project once, but it was a little hazy. Something to do with new robotic technology. Probably the Cait Sith unit Rufus had told him about. The memories were still fuddled, all mixed up and with large patches missing.
The act of mending the wires and crossing them, hooking them up to back up units and such tickled at the back of his memory. He remembered doing something very much like this once before. Something about a ship crashing. An airship? The Gelnika, maybe? He read the reports and knew that had crashed, something about a Weapon attack. But nothing about him being in that crash. The Highwind, maybe? Of course. It was the only other airship, and he had probably been on it when...
Cait Sith worked at the wires as quickly as he could, using his small cat-like hands. He races back and forth between the large mog counterpart and the control panel, hooking wires every which way. He was running out of emergency power systems in the mog portion of the robot. He'd have to tap into the cat.
He opened up his own chest plate, hidden under a mass of fur, and began to patch the last of the wires into his body. Instantly the Highwind's system's came back to life. He was kind of proud of that. The Cait Sith's system always was impressive, especially its power units.
"I've done it! I've done it! Ha, and you doubted me, Red. I told you I'm a genius! I did--"
Blue light flashed from the engine, and...
Reeve started, jumping back the the control panel. He realized instantly what he was doing wrong. He was over-compensating, just like that time on the Highwind, feeding too much emergency power into the system, not giving it enough time to reboot on its own.
He jumped back to the console and pulled a few of the wires, and waited.
That memory... was that really Cait Sith? Was that him? It was... odd. Every time the robot spoke, it sounded like him, but different. And the movements were funny, not quite right, but natural. And he had been talking... to someone named Red? And someone else had been there. He didn't see it. But 'Red' and someone else had been there, and there had been a sense of trust, and companionship. It didn't seem to be what Rufus had described at all.
The systems to Proud Clod came to life abruptly, and Reeve jumped. He stood up quickly and sat down in the control chair, pulling the console towards him. He looked over the damage report and winced. One arm missing, severe damage to the rest of the body, the majority of the energy weapons offline. About all he could do was walk with Proud Clod. He glanced at the view screen of the video cameras looking out at different angles around the robot. Most of them were out, but the ones that were left were sufficient.
Monsters. Everywhere.
And there. People fighting them. One girl using martial arts, a giant cat-like creature, the name Red came to him, mauling a Tonberry, the Turks, and a man with a gun-arm. Insanity all around Proud Clod. But it seemed familiar, too.
All the machine could do was walk. He looked at the monitors and smiled.
For monsters like these, that was all the combat ability that he needed.
He thumbed a control, and Proud Clod took its first step, crushing a small dragon-like monster. Its next step wasn't as slow. More like a kick, than a step, which took a Behemoth in the ribs, sending it hurtling through the air.
A dragon took wing and flew at him, bathing the robotic face with fire. That might have wounded Proud Clod if not for the shell magic placed around the machine. The robot's remaining arm reached up and snatched the offending beast by the tail, then swung it around and threw it directly into a charging mass of monsters.
Reeve let out a laugh, and flipped on the comm so that people outside could hear him through the speakers. "Haha, this if fun! I've missed this! Come on, who's next? Proud Clod Sith wants to see some action!"
He let out a belly full of laughter, and ran directly into a swarm of monsters, stomping away at them mercilessly.
Author's Note:
There we go. Reeve's all set on his path now. Next up, Cloud and company.