Shifting Sands: Pt.5 By V.Valentine

A/N: Wow, it's been a long time since I updated this story. I know that some of you have been waiting and waiting for me to get off my ass and put up another chapter, so for those of you out there, here's the next installment. I'm also working on the next chapter, I'm hoping to have that up about Friday Morning. Also, I need ideas for stories pas Shifting Sands. Any ideas? Write me at jkozee@hotmail.com to send your idea. If your idea gets picked, you get my thanks and a ham. Okay, I'm lying about the Ham, but you do get my thanks. Also, My thanks need to go out to my reviewers, especially Death Blade Prime, Squall Leonheart, and Ly Frickendorffer. You guys are great! Okay, that's it. Ja!
Part Five: It seems we may be out of luck.

The Borg Ship was massive, bigger then anything Cid had ever seen or even dreamed. It reeked of the stenches of oils, grease, and efficiency, although it did have a slight evil taint to it. The place was just downright creepy, and as he walked further and further into the ship, his grip became progressively tighter on the Venus Gospel, with every step. Clearing his throat, somewhat nervously, Cid looks over to Cloud. "Ya know, to be honest Spike, I think I'd rather face Sephiroth again then be here right now." He says with a grim tone of voice, his eyes darting from machine to clank, all seeming to work together in unison.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to agree with Cid on this. I don't like it here. It's.. unnerving and unnatural." Red XIII states as he pads along the walkways, to the side of Cloud, wanting to keep in their tight formation. He certainly wasn't a big fan of cities to begin with, but this; this would put Midgar to shame.

"Keep it together, people. We can't have them wrecking the planet. Not for what Aeris and we did to save it. I'm certainly not going to let a bunch of 'aliens from beyond the fifth dimension' wreck what we did. Let's just do what we came to do, and get out of here." Cloud says, his voice bolstered with determination, which in turn gave the others a little more confidence in what they were doing.

"I suppose we should. However, none of us have ever met the Borg. We don't even know what one looks like. How do we know they aren't as tall as Zoloms, and maybe as strong as Sephiroth?" Red XIII questions, his head bobbing up and down a he continued to press on, moving along the side, to at least make sure that they weren't going to get attacked by surprise.
"Because, I believe I just found one. " Vincent says, up ahead of the group, looking down over a railing that seemed to be an opening or a much larger space. The others gathered around him, looking down to see a single Borg drone walking along a path, towards a large holding area. The eyes of all of the AVALANCHE members followed the drone's path, looking to find the walls, floors, and ceilings covered in holding units for the Borg.

"Holy Bahamut on high." Cid states, fear starting to swell up within him more. He then looked to Red XIII. "I don't suppose you've already counted how many Borg there are just right here, have ya Red?" Cid questions to the great fire beast, as the beast just lowers his head, looking to the floor.

"I lost count somewhere about two-hundred thousand." Red states, looking up to Cloud. "I don't believe you want to know the odds for this one. All I need to say, it looks bad." He adds on to it, as Yuffie, looks over the railing.

"Wow. We sure are far..up.here..Urk!" She barely manages to finish off, before upchucking once more, and watching it fall completely down, until it landed on top of just a passerby drone. All of them couldn't manage to tear their eyes away, until they all saw the red sensor light of the drone's right eye, cover all of them.

Vincent was the first one to speak after that. "For the record, I will be disappointed if we die because Yuffie puked on that robot, and gave us away." He says, a light smirk coming onto his lips, until he brings Death Penalty from his side, leaning over the railing, and unloading a single blast from his firearm, then a moment later seeing the puked on drone, collapse and fall.

It would have been a victory, normally, but when the sounds of computers beeping and mechanics turning, and then feeling twelve of the eye sensors from the drones behind them upon their forms. Each member of Avalanche taking a defensive position, cloud out in front with the Ultima Weapon, with Yuffie and Vincent on his flanks, Red out in front of all of them, claws out and teeth barred, and Cid in the back, looking around nervously, for possible enemies surrounding them.

As the drones began to slowly advance on them, Cloud's azure eyes burned with a inner fury and passion, but yet when he was in the middle of this heated battle, one thing really seemed important to him right now. Tifa. She was in his thoughts, and he had to come back alive to her. For her. With one battle cry, Cloud lunged forwards, bringing the Ultima Weapon down across two of the front drones with superior skill and ease separating them from about waist down.

Another blast from the Death Penalty could be heard, taking out a drone, and seeing it collapse onto the floor. But three more drones turned a corner from somewhere, and casually stepped over the body as if nothing had happened. The same effect was for everyone else, as the original twelve, seemed to turn into thirty six slowly advancing drones.

"God *^$#@%! These *%^&#& don't know when to quit. Maybe I'll have to give out a lesson." Cid states, making sure his lit cigarette was still in his mouth, as he leaned his spear across his back, then spread his arm out across a field of the drones, slowly coming towards him. "Steel Bladed Sword!" Cid commands, as a few moments later, he disappears from the Borg's line of view completely.
What stood now in front of the Borg Drones, was not Cid Highwind. The mighty God Odin sat atop his six legged horse, Slepnir, as if studying them seeing what they would do. Drawing his sword from his sheath, Odin lunged forward on his horse, rushing past the Borg drones with a few splashes of silver light here and there, until moving past them completely, then disappearing into nothing.

As Cid reappeared, a smirk came onto his face as he saw the Borg continue to advance, but falter and fizzle out, sparks and fire erupting from their bodies, as all of them were split in half. He turns, taking a long drag on his cigarette, then letting it out. "Ya see, now that's how it's done. If you numbskulls were paying attention, you'd have seen something mighty impress-" He says, trying to finish his thoughts, but couldn't, as more drones then before slowly approached towards the group, completely disregarding the fallen bodies of their comrades.

"There's too many of them. Switch to high-level Materia!" Cloud calls out, just as a green glow envelops him as he brings his hands forward and together. "Flare!" He shouts as the drones in front of him, erupt in powerful flame, but his jaw drops as he sees more being added to the back.

Vincent was looking to all of this, seeing his Death Penalty not doing much damage, or anything that was noticeable to the Borg. And if the others were having trouble with using their material, that really only left one option for him.

And that's where Vincent snapped.

A loud and feral scream could be heard erupting from Vincent's lips, as his muscles began to expand and change to a deep purple color, forming hard lizard like scales over his skin. Horns protrude from his forehead, as a long, swishing tail shoots from his tail bone, as his eyes glow an insanely red color, a lot more stronger then the normal color that surrounds his eyes when in his "human form". The others of Avalanche looked to Vincent, and immeadiately went behind a regeneration chamber, for some kind of safety.

"Vincent's changing! Everyone get down!" Cloud commands as he sheathes the Ultima Weapon, as Vincent's last part of the transformation, the large bat-like wings, was completed. There, the mighty demo lord Chaos, floated in mid-air, looking to the Borg. The Borg in turn, looked back to him, as one even managed to insert the assimilation tubials into Chaos's leg.

That drone wasn't so lucky. The next moment, it was blown apart by a energy blast from Chaos's right hand. Chaos could feel the attempt to poison him, with their nanovirus. It was a shame that Chaos was immune to all poisons and viruses, but the Borg didn't really know that.

Everyone watched as Chaos, started to rip through the numbers of the on coming Borg Drones. Cloud looked around to see if they were any more coming, and then sheathed his sword, seeing none. "I say we let Vincent handle the drones. Let's go tear shit up!" He says, as he and the others, went down a separate passageway, and down towards anything they thought they could break.