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Chapter Three.
The Ragnarok, beautiful and proud, soured to Esthar. Quistis looked eagerly out the window that spread over the head of the cockpit, as they approached. As expected nothing came into view. Well, it is concealed. She tried reassuring herself.
Selphie set her down, then vacated the pilots seat. She and her cowboy joined Quistis to gaze out the window. They were back to square one, Esthar was a disaster zone. The once souring technologically blessed city, an enigma to some, a life's quest to others. For those fortunate enough to visit or live in the xenophobic place it was an eyesore, a challenge and a wonderland all in one. Was in tatters. Mixtures of blue, red, and green, to name a few, were scattered across miles. Walkway and array of lifters broken to pieces.
Quistis' cool was being tested to the full, she desperately wanted to scream. Why was this happening? First Squall, then the Gardens, how this. They had nowhere to go, no one to turn to.
"Irvine." She retook her in charge persona. "Get Zell we're going down there!"
"Why? It's wrecked."
"Esthar is ... was a very technological advanced city, there must be something of use that's survived?" She turned her attention to Selphie, trying hard to be strong. "Take care of Rinoa."
Irvine and Zell awaited outside the Ragnarok, Zell's temper wearing thin. Quistis took a deep breath, she looked at them. They only had each other now.
"H-How is she?" The eighteen year old asked, the words not sticking in her throat as first thought.
"She's still staring. Shock ya know?"
Quistis nodded.
They went out into the unknown. Doubt flooded their minds as damage first to have accrued was just the outskirts of what was seen close up. Nothing looked salvageable, nothing probably was. They searched anyway. And searched. Toppling the remains of lifter to look underneath, scratching away rubble, looking in every nook and cranny. An hour later they reconvened; each looking dirty, dust settling on their clothes and hair.
"Anything?" The blonde man asked, his gloved hand ruffling his hair, removing dust.
Irvine lowered his head, somewhat ashamed and disappointed.
"These burned our computer chips. There useless!" Quistis let some of her fury slip out, throwing the chips down. She sighed, grateful for her momentary lapse. "Lets go."
"HOLD IT!" People gathered around them from nowhere, their dress numerous like rebel or missionaries. Their faces covered, some totally, others just their eyes, each wielding different deadly weapons.
"Move and I'll strike alliance scum!" A woman spoke in a deadly serious manner. Her short dark green, almost black, hair was tied back, her eyes hidden by dark goggles, her weapon of choice, a katana, hovering dangerously close to Irvine's chest. "Your gonna tell us everything we want to know about Ultimecia!"
"DON'T SAY THAT BITCHES NAME!!" Zell yelled, anger flashing in his blue eyes.
"We're not with her!" Quistis spoke up. "I'm Quistis Trepe, SeeD from Balamb Garden."
"Don't be ridiculous! The Gardens have been KO'd for years!" A brown haired man, holding uzi's, snapped.
A parting formed in the circle that bound them. A lithe man approached, carrying himself with an air of style and grace. A rust coloured tough as nails combat suit covered his long limbs, two strands of black hair draped over his matching face mask. Two hand blades transforming his arms into a lethal pair of knives.
"Who are they?" He whispered into the ear of a lime haired man several ranks below himself, revealing three moss coloured wraps, gold and red beads shone near the bottom.
"Alliance trash sir." The man replied. "One claims to be Quistis Trepe a SeeD from--"
"Balamb Garden." He finished the sentence, averting his gaze to their captives. Finally they've arrived!
"You know them, sir?" The lower ranking man couldn't hide his bewilderment.
The lithe man walked to them, removing a long arm from his hand blade that bound it, he unclipped the strap that blended into his hair. The mask slipped into his hand. Blue eyes widened at the sight of the man before them.
"Kiros!?"
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