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The Devil's Cry: A FFVIII Fanfic
Chapter 5
"The Ragnarok has entered Barbados' atmosphere!" announced Roger.
"Excellent work, Roger." complimented Quistis. Roger beamed.
A few minute of silence later, Roger spoke again.
"Sirs and madams, I have detected a large military group waiting for you on Barbados. It seems that they have an advanced anti-air system. What should we do?" Roger asked, panicking slightly.
Squall gave a sly smile. "Miss Trepe," he said sarcastically. "perhaps you would like to help out?"
Quistis returned the sly smile and nodded.
"Great. Roger, send a distress signal to Barbados' military force and tell them that we have a young lady on her way as a visiting gift." Squall said, laughing.
A look of incomprehension flashed across Roger's face but he still did so anyway.
Quistis strode across the cockpit towards one of the escape pods and entered it.
With a "Whoosh", the escape pod slid out of the Ragnarok towards Barbados at top speed.
"Magnify and on-screen." Roger announced a few minutes after the pod landed.
The screen crackled into life. They saw Quistis' escape pod being surrounded by tons of old, lusty Tirithians. Their blue faces gleaming with expectation.
As the escape pod opened, the crew saw Quistis smiling seductively at the Tirithians. All of a sudden, Quistis started to glow and float.
They saw her mouth form the words, "Shockwave Pulsar!"
A blinding crash of light hit them. Even from 100,000 miles away, Quistis' Pulsar could still be felt in the Ragnarok.
"Excellent… Now, Roger, Full Speed Ahead!" The whole crew yelled the last three words, especially Irvine.
"Baal, you shall die…" Mumbled Irvine as he reloaded his shotgun, the Exeter Alpha8.
"Under my blade," Squall continued, sheathing his Lionheart 3000.
"And my Blaster Edge," Rinoa chirped in, attaching her Shooting Star MegaMax to her delicate hands.
"And my fists of vengeance!" Zell whooped enthusiastically, wearing his Burning Ehrgeiz.
"Don't forget my whip, the Save the King!" buzzed Quistis' voice from the intercom.
"Let's go get him, guys!" Squall yelled as the Ragnarok landed on Barbados with a bump.
With a feeling of great strength the group had not felt in 10 years, they rushed to combat to save their comrade, Selphie Tilmitt, the soon-to-be Mrs Kinneas.
The gravelly ground crunched under their feet noisily. Squall glanced around at the Tirithians that were laid to waste by Quistis' Pulsar.
"Nicely done, Quistis. Don't you think you were too violent, though? A Degenerator would have been nice." Said Zell, congratulating Quistis by patting her on the back.
"Yup," agreed Squall. "you're still the same, old, violent SeeD instructor that I used to know."
Quistis smiled widely, blushing.
"So… Where do we go?" asked Rinoa, in a tone that suggested that they were going for a picnic while looking around at the desert that they have chosen to land in.
Squall pointed in the sky at a castle on top of a mountain. "Reminds you of Ultimecia, don't you think?"
"Gosh. Bad guys are so tasteless. They always live in castles." Zell said.
Laughing, the heroes set out towards the castle.
As the heroes went nearer to the castle, they noticed that the sky got darker even though it was supposed to be daylight. An aura of evil seemed to hang around the castle.
"Intruders of the domain of Evil, be gone!" yelled a voice in front of them.
Then, a puff of smoke appeared. The smoke gathered together into one gigantic shape and hardened.
It was a familiar sight, a Malboro.
"Oh great… Just what I need… A creature which doesn't brush its teeth and has Bad Breath." cursed Irvine.
A dark aura surrounded Irvine. He seemed to be giving off heat.
"Irvine?" Rinoa called cautiously.
"Darkside!" yelled Irvine. He fired his shotgun.
The bullets seemed to be glowing black too.
Malboro died instantly with a sickening splatter as the bullets hit it.
As the Malboro died, Irvine's aura faded and he coughed. Blood sprayed onto the floor.
"The side effects of Darkside… Higher damage in exchange for health…" Squall said wisely.
"I can't afford to waste time on a Malboro… I came here for Baal… and Selphie…" Irvine said, drinking a small bottle of potion.
With that, the group continued towards the castle.
Along the way, they entered a few villages where the devastation caused by Baal was obvious. This only strengthened Squall's will to fight.
At last, night had fallen and the heroes had finally reached the tall gates of the castle.
Squall used the brass knocker and hammered on the wooden doors. The knocker felt strangely cold…
The door swung open with a "Creak"…
Two red eyes flashed in the darkness. Then… Rinoa screamed…
End of chapter 5
Author's note: I'm not so sure about this chapter… The first half seems better than the second half… My favorite part was probably the part when everyone was pledging his or her will to fight… As long as you like it and give reviews… Hope you liked it! R&R!