Rain feel in sheets down from the darkened sky. The cloud cover did not let the light of a single star or the large bright moon that orbited the planet far above through its merciless darkness. The only light provided by the heavens above were the intermittent flickering of lightning that spread its painfully bright fingers of pure light across the black sky.
Below in the city of Galbadia, almost nothing moved, and anything that did was getting soaked to the core. However, one brave soul risked the freezing cold rain for some reason or another, ducking from tree to tree to try to keep her water proof out of the water. Finally, she ducked under the massive towering city gates outside the presidential palace. It was here, five years ago, that Squall Leonhart had fought the Sorceress Edea. It was here that Seifer Almasy had been defeated, and here that the first step in an epic story was taken.
The lone young woman stepped under the gate and slipped off her cloak, flinging it around in the air to spray off the excess water, revealing a great crown of carefully braided coppery hair. Great, even my water proof cloak is getting soaked in this damn rainfall. She sighed and flipped the cloak back over her body and pulled up the hood again, ready to step out. She never did. "Halt!" a voice commanded from behind her.
Slowly the woman turned and faced the voice, finding 4 Galbadian soldiers and one officer standing there, weapons drawn. Footsteps behind her alerted her to the arrival of two more soldiers behind her. A cold, cruel smile formed on her lips as a whisper of movement under her cloak hid her movements. One gunshot later, the officer was falling back, a bullet hole in his head, and a smoking gun in her hand. The body hit the concrete floor and everything seemed to stop. All sound, all attention was directed on the now lifeless body of the now dead officer. Even the rain, which had been beating down mercilessly, stopped its downpour and settled. Finally the attention of the six soldiers ripped off their fallen leader and refocused on the woman.
One against six weren't bad odds at all to her; after all, she had been up against more at earlier times. Blood from her own skin and that of fallen team members speckled her hip-hugging jeans and white tank top as two gleaming silver swords blocking her way back into the city and four or so blocking her way out. The concrete seemed to push up against her knee-length black boots, making her feet ache even more than the rest of her body if it was possible. Her hands trembled as they clutched the twin pistols at her side, her knuckles white, heart pounding in her head. Strangely however, her face was as calm as the surface of a still pond, waving strands of dark auburn flowing down her shoulders and onto the ebon' cloak that rested on her back.
"Elizabeth Andros... drop your weapons!" a voice grunted, the voice shaking. She just passively raised her eyebrows and they became visible from beneath her dark sunglasses. "Drop your weapons, now!" he emphasized, and she heard the soft scrapping of swords being drawn, the metal against metal like her echoing death toll.
The SeeD had preformed her assignment successfully, and now the only thing between her and the Jeep that awaited to take her home to Balamb Garden were these half dozen or so nameless men wanting to avenge their fallen Corporal, who's life she had just stolen with an accurately-placed bullet. One of them was crying softly, and she knew that one to be the Corporal's son. Pity ALMOST twined within her, but changed its mind after what he did next.
The young soldier did not wait for the order to attack, and he rushed forward with a yell and his sword high, anger in his eyes. Elizabeth ducked out of the way of the sword and the rest of the Galbadians followed in his wake, charging the young woman and forming an angry circle around her. Grabbing the hem of her cloak, she threw it up in front of her before they had the chance to stab her while ducking down at the same time. Looking up, she saw several swords pierce it in midair. Liz rolled out of the circle of enemies and the cloak ripped off of her back. They looked at it dumbly as she appeared behind some of them, waving friendly.
Throwing the cloak aside, they charged her again and she set to work. Roundhouse-kicking one of their swords, it flew out of a surprised fist and landed gracefully in hers. She dodged and parried attacks, lunging and stabbing one soldier after the other with the sword and eventually drawing a pistol out of its holster and aiding herself with her deadly accuracy. In a moment or two, she had six bleeding Galbadians at her feet that were no longer a threat.
Looking over them with a smirk, she holstered her pistol and shouldered the crimson-soaked sword, turning her back on them and heading to where she had parked the Jeep almost two hours ago at the beginning of her mission. One of the Galbadians groaned in pain and sat up slowly, reaching for his sword and looking at her back as she walked away. Liz rolled her eyes as she heard him sitting up and her fingers moved to pull her own pistol, lifting it over her shoulder and glancing behind her to shoot him again. He fell back once more, his cry echoing into the large arch and taunting her ears. Tossing the sword to the ground with a loud clang, Elizabeth Andros exited Galbadia City, leaving nearly two dozen soldiers dead at her hands and feeling pretty damn good about it.