Disclaimer: Once again, FFVIII and Squaresoft do not belong to me. (If it does, I probably will never write another Fanfic and instead look for a place to spend my vast fortune.)

The Devil's Cry: A Final Fantasy VIII Fanfic.

Chapter 3

Back in the Ragnarok, Squall and the rest was stuck in a predicament.

If they were to go ahead and pursue Baal, they would have the disadvantage, as Baal would know the planet better.

On the other hand, if they did not go, they would be letting Selphie down.

"What are we still waiting for! We need to save Selphie!" Irvine yelled angrily.

"Calm down, Irvine. Nothing gets solved when one is angry. Don't you think it's a bit foolish to just rush forward?" Squall tried to reason.

"Easy for you to say! It's not your wife who was captured, is it?" pointing at Rinoa as he said so in an anguished voice.

Rinoa turned pale. Quistis put her arm on Irvine's shoulder. "Irvine, calm down… I swear to you, Selphie will be fine."

Irvine nodded curtly.

"Well, that's settled then," Squall said, clapping his hands once. "Roger, please send us to planet Barbados, we have someone to rescue."

The Ragnarok's engine hummed into life. The crew settled themselves in the cockpit. "Slip Stream activated." A female mechanical voice said from the intercom speakers.

There was an extremely bright burst of white light emanating from in front of them. Suddenly, string-like tentacles burst from the light and pulled them in. Ragnarok trembled as though it was unable to take the pressure.

Then, as they emerged from the other side of the light, they found that they were in the Pegasus Constellation where Barbados was. Ragnarok slowly turned around and headed to the orange planet of Barbados.

Barbados was a perfectly spherical planet. It had an orange glow and seven moons. According to the display on Ragnarok's control panel, Barbados was inhabited by life forms known as Tirithians.

Tirithians, like humans, speak English. The difference is that they have brown skin and blue hair. Horns are also a common feature on adult Tirithians.

Now, Squall pondered. Would the Tirithians view them as hostile creatures and eliminate them before they even land? That would save Baal lots of trouble…

"Squall? Why so silent?" Rinoa asked, peering at him in a concerned manner.

Squall shook his head, not wanting his wife to worry.

Then Squall strode over to Roger. "Try and establish contact with the Tirithian base. I need to check if Baal really resides here."

Quistis and Irvine looked up at those words.

"You don't think he lives here?" queried Quistis.

"I do. It's just that I want to establish contact with him to allow clearance for the Ragnarok to land. After all, we don't want the Tirithians blowing us up, do we?" Squall answered.

"Have you ever considered that he might not be a legitimate citizen of Barbados?" Irvine debated.

Squall and Zell frowned. "Ya know, Squallie, what Irvy said does make sense."

"I know it does, 'Zellie'." Squall replied sarcastically. Rinoa giggled a little.

Just then, the screen of the Ragnarok buzzed into life. Baal and a gagged Selphie appeared on it.

"Time's a wasting! Unless you want to see you pretty little friend die," Baal traced a long bony finger down Selphie's cheek, "hurry up!"

Baal let out an evil cackle and vanished off the screen.

There was no doubt about it now, Baal and Selphie were on Barbados.

A now furious Irvine demanded Roger send them there at once.

Roger stuttered, panicking at Irvine's rage. "But s…sir, we have n…not established if Bar…Barbados is friendly y…yet."

"I don't care! Just go!" Irvine yelled.

Roger glanced at Squall, who nodded. Roger tightened his hands on the steering panel and started gliding through the starry space towards Barbados.

Just then, there was a loud rumbling sound and the intercom buzzed into life. "56 NX-157 missiles detected." Roger turned around again, sweat beading his face…

End of Chapter 3

Author's note: The end of another chapter, my dear friends… Stories are getting harder to continue. Thankfully, I have some friends (like Vicky) who encourage me to go on. Please R&R.