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Chapter 10

The rebel leader walked slowly down the stairs leading into the main room. The base had been filled with activity ever since they found out that Chaos was alive and in the city. They had to free him.

The man would of preferred it if that was the only thing to be concerned about but, as luck would have it. Something else had appeared. His contacts in the north had told him that something odd had occurred. Something that shock the very snow off the mountains.

Things were going very well for the rescue plan, all they needed was the scientist that Adrian had promised them to give them the codes. Without it, the mission would be extremely difficult. People, a lot of innocent people could get hurt. He wanted nothing more than to avoid the bloodshed.

He had shed far to much over his life. He wanted to be like AVALANCHE. Fearing nothing and conquering all that crossed there paths. Was that so wrong?

When no one was in the room, he would pretend to converse with the great team, asking for their approval or ideas about missions. How he longed to fight along side Vincent Valentine and Cid Highwind. Help guide the team and inform them of information like Cait Sith.

It saddened him to think that they might not like the world they had saved. He sure as hell didn't. there was nothing to like. The people in it no longer cared for each other. No longer cared for the simple pleasures, they all wanted money, power and fame.

He had always thought that he was born in the wrong time frame. He should have been born in the century that AVALANCHE had created. That should have been a good year, but with the deaths of all the members…the planet must of cried for them.

The room he was in held the famous last weapons favoured by the warriors. Cloud's huge Ultima sword, Barret's Missing Score, Tifa's Premium Heart, the Conformer for Yuffie, Death Penalty for the dark Vincent. The Venus Gospel for the man who created space flight, Cid and the HP Shout for the stuffed Mog Cait Sith. There was only one weapon that wasn't there, the Limited Moon. That particular weapon stilled stayed with it's owner.

Red XIII or otherwise known as Nanaki still lived. He was the leader of the new AVALANCHE or whatever it was called. They had never really decided on a name. They were simply happy being called the rebel faction that plagued the SHADOW Shin-Ra. If it meant the life of the planet was again extended, then so be it.

"Sir! Sir! Uhh….I have some news for you and Nanaki," a young rebel crashed into his silence, breaking the feeling of peace that had washed over him.

The young man turned, his long black shoulder length hair brushing gently against his slender shoulders. His dark eyes smiled, it was Jaden. The newest member of the group.

"What is it my friend?" he allowed a smile to form over his lips.

"I would like to tell the master as well," Jaden said eagerly.

"He is resting. The planet has been speaking with him for longer now and it does drain him more. I will tell him."

Jaden looked at the man, "Ok…our people in the north claim to have seen a star erupting from the very centre of the North Crater. The area is too flooded with Mako to go into right now but what ever it is, it must be good."

Perhaps a new weapon to defeat the Shin-Ra? If it is…then the Shin-Ra probably will also know of this. God help us if it is Him returning, the rebel leader nodded.

"I will inform him immediate. Good work my friend," he watched as Jaden ran out of the room. Leaving him with his silence.

Once he was sure the man had left, he spoke quietly.

"What do I do?"

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What do I do? Every time I move it hurts. It really does. Where is everyone? Where is the stupid old fart that is the guy who flies this rusty bucket of bolts?

Where's Cid? The young woman cried mentally, not only was she hurting, she was cold. Really really cold.

She listened with all her ninja skills for even the slightest of breaths. To her relief, she heard the one thing she wanted. Breathing.

"Cid you old fart, what the hell have you done with us?!" she whispered with all her might. No matter how hard she tried to speak louder, her voice wouldn't let her.

"Cid…cid…you are still alive right?"

"Shut the he…hell up. Can't you…let the…..dead sleep?"

Yuffie Kisaragi breathed the biggest sigh of relief she had ever gave, the pilot was still alive. That was always a good sign. The fact that he was trying to scare her with his verbal threats meant that he was ok.

What was that we hit? That so sucked…I thought he knew how to fly. Yuffie started to make her slow way to where she heard the blonde pilot. Today was most definitely one of those days where she should of stayed in bed.

"Next time you say, let's head to the snowy north, remind me to kick you upside the head! It was so not the greatest idea you've given," Yuffie crawled over the wooden crates that had became dislodged from the flight.

"Get to……fuck. I knew what I…was," Cid stopped, he took a sharp intake of breath, and to her trained ninja ears, he was in pain.

"You all right ya old fart?" Yuffie paused, concerned for her friend. She had always thought of him as an a wacky uncle and she always thought that he'd be around to see her kids calling him uncle. Hearing him in pain was not something she liked hearing. He hadn't been the same since Vincent died. No one had. Things had gone really bad since that day.

Far to many deaths for her personal taste.

Breathlessly he responded, "Yeah…just some damn nicotine withdrawal."

Yuffie looked to see a tanned boot sticking out from the corner of a crate, her dark eyes were drawn to the window at the front of the ship. Snow. It was snowing and she hated snow.

"Tell ya what," Yuffie said as she climbed down from the crates, "If ya get up and get us the hell out of here, I'll make you tea for a month."

Cid gave her a choked painful laugh, "Tell you what……I get up…and you don't make me tea. I was ill for a month last time you made me tea."

Usually that made her bristle with anger but this time, it made her feel relaxed. Her nerves were shot from the landing. How the life stream exploded like that was anyone's guess but it had. The Highwind was most definitely in the wrong place in the wrong time.

After what seemed like hours, she managed to get to the captain. She wiped away the sweat and grim that had covered her face.

"You look like shit," she stated as she sat in front of him.

She watched as he opened his eyes and gasped. They weren't his usual sky blue, they were laced with the life stream. They glowed in the dim lighting and reflected the snow on the window.

"What?" he blinked, it hurt like hell to do anything. Vincent wanted him to fight the fever but it was hard. His entire body hurt, his mind felt like someone was trying to rip it in two. He focused on the teen's brown eyes nut something wasn't right. They were a little more sparkly than they had been before.

"Nice eyes," Cid said truthfully, the young woman did have nice eyes.

He jerked when she placed a cold hand on his burning forehead, "Shit! You trying to freeze me to death?!"

Yuffie pointed to the window, "You've done that quite nicely."

"Cute…help me up," Cid held out his gloved hand. Yuffie didn't take the limb, she shook her head.

"No. You have a fever, I think you could have mako poisoning," Yuffie offered, "Just stay down."

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Sorry for the wait. I hate work. I love my fans. I will try to update more.

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Any ideas as to what to call my rebel group? Please?! I will concider names and the winner get's it in the fic!