Author's note: The beginning starts here now...And I still suck at most cases of fighting scenes.
I don't own Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy Type-0, Sailor Moon or Pokemon. I do own Arien, though.
Chapter 1: 20th Century-History Half repeats.
7,992 years later: Year-1990; Two years after the events of "Sailor Moon 0-Birth By Sleep"...
February 30th[2:30 AM]-Year-1990.
World-Midgar: Location-Edge Sector 8.
(~For the Reunion-FINAL FANTASY VII: ADVENT CHILDREN~)
Things were relatively quiet in Sector 8 of Edge which was about a mile or two away from the ancient ruins of Midgar which, according to legend many people of this world had come to know for generations, was destroyed by a meteor that nearly took out the entire world. Some say that it was magic that destroyed it and saved it from one Calamity, yet it did not return when the Planet was shattered into multiple pieces of many other worlds. Others say that ancient technology, much the same as it was the technology used today, was the reason for both the destruction of the meteor that saved the world, and yet 3,000 years after that, it shattered the world that led to War.
Some others say it was a combination of both and that one of the darkest of Gods with the power of light had created evil infidials to seek out revenge on warriors who had saved the world and ultimately succeeded. No one knew which one of the three were right, but that research was never solved nor did anyone even borther to do that as it was an almost 8,000 year old legend that it was a myth.
In this respect, superstitions were brought up that the ShinRa Company, it's main building located in the middle of Edge, about 40 stories up, was in the past and had been a Company for over 8,000 years, but again, this was no proof as the Company itself began only 40 years ago.
Despite these rumors and myths, life carried on for everyone in this 'fragment' world that some believed it was, but they treated it as a full world. Today would've been no different if some of those who believed in more of each side of the legends had not gone too far to the point of doing something that would change everything...starting on this very day.
Two Infertymen soldiers, holding modern rifles, wearing blue and gray uniforms that made them part of the ShinRa Army, wearing helmets with high technology, were patroling the area on the road that lead towards one of the town's clean Water Reactors most of the world's population used as Energy sources thanks to ShinRa. Wind and Water were the good options that pretty much the rest of the world agreed upon as oil was low and coal dropped dramatically 40 years prior that it could only be used for trains in areas such as New Corel these days.
Unaware of the two soldiers, around the corner of the building, were white and gray suited men, close to about a group of four, helmets that masked their eyes with steel but high tech-vision, scanned the area when they spotted the two guards. The leader of the group grunted, as on their suits, were badges that had some kind of symbol, and the text read "Militas Ultra", meaning that they were some kind of Organization.
And they were armed with dangerous weapons.
"ShinRa soldiers!?" The leader grunted, before nodding as he knew there was only one way to make it through to their destination; To kill. "We'll kill anyone that stands in our way!" He encouraged the men who agreed with the statement.
Wasting no time and extremely capable with their skills, the group immediately came out of the hiding which alerted the two ShinRa soldiers who whirled around and, upon seeing the unfamiliar large group, began to mentally worry. None the less, they kept firm as they were trained to do so, holding up their rifles threateningly at the intruders, one of the two men saying with authority, "Entry into this area is forbidden!"
Too bad that was their foolish last command which wasn't obeyed, because the leader of the large group just swiped his arm out while commanding to his men, "Open fire!"
Two of the group fired with their machine guns which gave the two ShinRa soldiers no chance as they were caught off-guard, shot multiple times before they dropped their own weapons and then collasped to the ground, dead. Once one of the four men of Militas Ultra made sure that the two ShinRa men were good as dead, he stood up before giving out orders to the two underlings as he is the second leader of the group.
"We're splitting into two groups from here. You two stay here and wait until the main body arrive." He ordered.
"Yes, sir!" The two men stood affirmedly, staying behind to portal the area, while the two others ran off towards the Water Reactor. (~End For the Reunion~)
Unaware that this was only just the beginning.
(~The Mako City-CRISIS CORE FINAL FANTASY VII~)
Meanwhile, nearby, a young woman, no older than sixteen years of age with short blonde hair that stopped at the top of her shoulders and honey-bee eyes, with a serious expression, wearing a full own black suit with a tie, calmly paused as she arrived at one of the newer sections of Sector 8, with new shops. Her hoister was inside her jacket, as well as her ID Card, which, as she gazed at it for a moment, on it read, "Rosalind Taylor-Status; Rookie Turk of ShinRa Electric Power Company, Authorization No#45562. Code name: Gun".
She had been a Rookie Turk for one day and already she was sent on her first mission. Sector 8 was the best place to live and do business in all of Edge; and far the easiest to patrol. As she replaced her ID card back into her pockets, her PHS rang. She recongised the name and the number, the name 'Tseng' flashed on the screen as she flipped her flip phone open, answering it.
"These are your orders." A Wutaiian Accent spoke to her, the voice belong to Tseng, Second in Command of ShinRa's General Affairs Investigation Department; AKA, the Turks. "You're to patrol Sector 8. This is standard work for all new Turks. It's company tradition. Your superiors, Reno, Rude, and including myself started off with this work. It's to maintain order of peace, and the town is peaceful. I doubt you'll run into any big problems. This is a training mission, but it's a mission none the less. Do not treat it differently to your future assignments."
"Understood, sir." Rosalind responded crisply.
"Very good." Tseng replied, pleased with the young woman's response, before he gave her advice which she knew how to make certain of at Military school, but said nothing. It was to make sure she remembered, and Rosalind was certain that Tseng would do this automatically to anyone else anyway, even those who would most likely forget a few things; such as magic use of Materia, marbles that held magic such as Fire, Blizzard, Thunder, Cure, and a few other things that were necessary in training.
Once Rosalind was certain she didn't forget everything and informed Tseng on this, the two hung up before the former began to patrol the area, glancing around for anything that was supicious, despite that this part of town was peaceful. The last incident was a small War against a small terrorist group who wanted to shut down ShinRa and take over Edge 20 years ago which ended in failure as the war itself didn't last long. It took only about a month.
But today was something entirely different. The streetlights illuminated the immaculately kept streets. The further out from headquarters one headed, the less well-preserved things became. The same ran for even Sector 8. As it was, where she was right now, there wasn't even a stray leaf on the ground. She decided to make a systematic round of the streets, starting from the inner areas to the peripheries of the sector. Glancing at a reflection of herself in a shop window glass, Rosalind nodded to herself. Everything was good. She was ready to go.
(~End The Mako City~)
Just as she was turning into a side alley that would work its way to the industrial complex that housed the reactors, Rosalind stopped. There were hushed voices coming from just around the corner. She didn't know why she stopped to listen: The area in question wasn't restricted to the public for another few kilometres yet, but the tone of the voices gave her pause.
(~The Troop's Advance-DISSIDIA FINAL FANTASY~)
"The long awaited day of ShinRa's downfall is in sight. Don't go messing things up now. Down with the ShinRa!" One of the men's hushed voices breathed.
'Down with the ShinRa?' Rosalind thought, troubled. That didn't sound good. Instinctively, Rosalind reached for her gun. Her hand brushed against the cool metal when a loud chirruping sound sliced through the air, startling her. She grimaced, berating herself for the slip up. Her PHS - She should have put it in silent mode!
The sound had got the attention of the two Militas Ultra men around the corner as well. "Who's there!?"
"Damn!" Rosalind hissed softly to herself, before pulling out her gun. She wondered briefly if she ought not to answer the phone first – then, realizing the ridiculousness of the thought she rounded the corner, weapon at the ready. She immediately caught sight of the men's uniforms, with visors covering their eyes. This was no ordinary group of miscreants; that much she could identify at a glance. One of them, obviously the leader of the pair, stepped forward.
And they seemed pretty shocked.
"That uniform...Could it be?" One of the Militas Ultra men gapped in utter disbelief.
His partner, just as stunned as he was, was nearly lost for words, but he did manage eventually, "The Turks!? I thought they died out thousands of years ago!"
There was another ridiculous second in which Rosalind quickly looked down at her suit. It was a nondescript black one, without distinguishing features. How could he possibly tell who she was? The another thought came to her which made the young Rookie confused. Turks died out thousands of years ago? How can that be possible? The Department has only been estasblished in the year when ShinRa first opened. The second man whimpered, at the thought of the Turk being here. He was trembling pretty badly. The first man didn't seem to have the same problem. Already he was drawing a length of pipe from behind him advancing on Rosalind. (~End The Troop's Advance~)
Deciding to worry about that later, Rosalind raised her gun as she demanded, "What do you think you're doing!?" before she spotted two of the familiar uniformed bodies of dead men behind the two Militas Ultra men and felt her blood run cold. ShinRa's Army...and two of the soldiers were shot down, dead.
(~On the Verge of Assault-CRISIS CORE FINAL FANTASY VII~)
"You overheard our plans." The first Militas Ultra man grunted rather than answering Rosalind's question. "We're going to have to get rid of you!"
They were advancing on her. They had anti-Shin-Ra sentiments. Clearly something bigger was going on, but it looked as if she wouldn't find out unless she took care of this first. Her phone was still ringing. Irritably, she flipped it open, dodging a swipe from the first man. Taking aim with her gun, she fired off a shot. The bullet ricocheted off her attacker's weapon.
"Rosalind!?" Tseng's voice came sharply on the line...and he sounded edge with panic and worry. "What's happening? Why are you engaging?"
"I've encountered hostile elements in Sector 8, sir. They're –" She rolled when the second man lunged at her. Somehow she managed to keep a hold on her phone and her weapon. Scrambling back again, she held her gun out to keep them from getting closer. The one that had been shaking at being confronted by a Turk was hanging back, clearly still unsettled, and the leader, though advancing forward warily was still a fair distance back. Good.
"-Fighting me as we speak," Rosalind finished. "Sir, I'll call you back." Flipping the PHS closed, she tucked it away before turning her attention to her attackers. Firing off a shot, she hit the younger man. He stumbled back, clutching his chest before falling. The leader lunged at her, screaming something about his fallen comrade. Without hesitation Rosalind shot him cleanly through the throat. With a gurgle, he collapsed, blood spattering onto the ground. Rosalind bent over, catching her breath. What had that been about? (~End On the Verge of Assault~)
Her PHS rang again and she answered immediately.
"Give me a report of what happened." Tseng spoke. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, sir." Rosalind replied, before giving her report, "I was suddenly attacked by two men who seemed to be plotting something. They were saying something about 'Down with the ShinRa!'" She looked down at the fallen leader. Bending down, she searched his pockets, cocking her head so that her PHS rested in the crook between her neck and shoulder.
"Who could they be...?" Tseng mused aloud. He then gave out new orders to her, "We need to know more. Go see if there are more of those men around."
"Understood." Rosalind hung up, standing up at the same time. The man hadn't been carrying anything that could identify him. After doing a brief search of the second man, she carried on down the road to the reactor.
ShinRa HQ-Turks Headquarters.
(~The Quickening-DISSIDIA FINAL FANTASY~)
After receiving Rosalind's report, Tseng strode quickly across the office. He was a young Wutaiian man 22 years of age but had been a successful Turk at such a young age. His deep near black eyes were filled with concern on what was happening. His long smooth black hair tied up in a tight ponytail bounced a little in his movements which he made no notice of. To say that he hadn't been expecting something like this would have been a huge understatement. Sector 8 was supposed to be peaceful. The ShinRa weren't involved in any conflicts with anybody. The other Turks had all finished the sector patrol mission without a problem. Tseng grimaced. He hadn't wanted the newer Turks involved in anything like this for a while yet.
He finally arrived at the door that a small billboard that had the name 'Veld' on it and knocked. Tseng then quickly entered without waiting for a reply and was met by the Director of the Turks, Veld himself. Veld was an aging man close to his mid-fifties, brown sharp eyes with brown shaggy hair turning grey due to age, a thin goatee also thinning.
Veld, the commander-in-chief of the Turks, looked up from his paperwork. "What is it Tseng?" The older man knew it must be pretty serious. Tseng rarely ever got agitated, and he looked pretty hot under the collar just now.
"Sir, there seems to be a disturbance in Sector 8. There have been reports of men planning an attack on the company." Tseng said tersely.
At this, Veld's head snapped up. "What!? Are they working alone or in a group? How are they planning to attack?"
"I have one of our newest recruits, Rosalind, looking into the situation."
Veld frowned. He didn't like the idea of a new recruit facing something that sounded this serious. "Keep me apprised of the situation and see if you can get someone else in there to act as support."
"Yes, sir." Tseng nodded, already taking out his PHS. As he made the call to the closest one near where Roselind were, both Tseng and Veld were gravely concerned about the situation and hoped that it wasn't anything too serious.
(~End The Quickening~)
(~Apprehension-KH2~)
Rosalind ran through the streets, searching for her quarry. She hadn't seen any more of the Militas Ultra men since her first and only skirmish with the two operatives earlier. She was almost at the reactor when her PHS rang again. Skidding to a halt, she grabbed the device in her pocket, nearly dropping it in her haste.
"New orders-I want you to capture these men and try to get information out of them." Tseng spoke before questioning, "What are you using now?"
Rosalind blinked quickly. "Standard 9 millimetre rounds. I've also got a few rubber tipped bullets and Sleepel rounds, though."
"Use the Sleepel rounds. How many of those have you got?"
"A standard cilp's worth. Should I be using those then?"
"Yes. Keep me informed if you find out anything else."
"Yes sir."
Hanging up, she quickly replaced cartridges, feeling strangely reassured by the click as the cartridge locked into place. Hefting the handgun to get a feel for its adjusted weight, she nodded to herself before starting down the street again. She hadn't gone more than 300 yards when she heard voices from around the corner. She stopped, leaning against the wall, weapon at the ready. (~End Apprehension~)
"We'll secure this route. Don't let anyone through."
There were sounds of affirmatives, then footsteps running down the street. Licking her lips, she peered around the corner. Nobody there. They must have gone on ahead. At the next corner, she did the same thing and saw one of the Militas Ultra soldier. Whipping around, she fired a round, bringing him down.
(~The Encounter-CRISIS CORE FINAL FANTASY VII~)
The sound of boot steps behind Rosalind got her attention. Spinning around, she came face to face with two hostiles.
"There's no getting away now!" One of them shouted. The man lunged, throwing a punch. Rosalind ducked, throwing her arm straight out, catching him in the midsection, delivering a punch of her own squarely in the face before she peformed a high-kick at the man's neck. The operative fell to the ground, wheezing. The second one was moving slowly, eyeing Rosalind through his visor. Rosalind's eyes narrowed.
"What are you after? Why are you doing this?" Rosalind demanded.
The man didn't answer. Instead he ran at her, throwing a punch. Rosalind ducked again, then reeled as something connected with her head. Scrambling back, she glared. He had feinted. Raising her gun, she tried to line up a shot but unexpectedly he leapt, tackling her. With a shriek she went down, her head hitting the pavement hard. Spots swam before her eyes.
Suddenly there was a heavy pressure on her throat. Rosalind's breath hitched as more shapes exploded behind her eyes. She was being strangled! She reached up, trying to pry her assailant's fingers off of her but he only laughed and pressed down harder. Her eyes widened. She wanted to cough but couldn't muster enough air through her blocked passages to do it. She felt as if she were drowning. She was going to die!
With a hoarse yell that grated against her throat, she gathered as much strength as she could and whipped out her hand at her assailant's face. There was a great howl, and suddenly his hand was off of her. All at once, stinging air filled her lungs and Rosalind coughed, struggling to stand up. Her attacker was on the ground, clutching his face. He let his hand fall away from his face, and Rosalind grimaced. His eye was bleeding profusely. She couldn't tell because the eye was shut and covered in blood, but she was pretty sure she had damaged his sight.
"We're not letting you get away with this, ShinRa reborn! Don't think you're getting out of here alive!" He yelled.
ShinRa Reborn? What could he mean? Still, she had no time to even ponder on that thought. Instead, Rosalind dove forward, avoiding the man's second lunge. Rolling, she reached for her weapon just as the man grabbed her ankle. With a grunt, she bent her body forward just as he was trying to haul her up. Taking as best an aim she could, she fired. With a great bellow, the man let go, staggering back. Rosalind fired again. Finally, his good eye rolled up into his head, and he collapsed on top of her legs.
Breathing hard, Rosalind shuddered. That had been too close. Crawling over to the operatives, she checked their pulses. They were both fast asleep. With a shaking, shuddering breath, she got unsteadily to her feet. Tears stung her eyes. She wiped them away angrily. This was no time to worry about the experience of almost having died right now. She had a mission to accomplish. Spinning on her heel, she continued on toward the reactor. (~End the Encounter~)
More and more Militas Ultra men had gathered just in front of the Water Reactor, as one of them carefully placed some kind of metal device with a timer on it that was ticking, coming close to 10 seconds...9 seconds...8 seconds...
As Tseng made his report that the group are working in the Organization given Rosalind's reports after affirming him on one of the their men being sent to assist Rosalind, he and Veld became fully alarmed when, as the Security Cameras was giving them evidence on the group itself, the Alarm went off blaring.
Tseng's eyes widened in horror as he gasped, before turning to his superior, "Sir! There's been an explosion at the entrance to the reactor!"
Veld's eyes widened in horror as well, before they narrowed as he grunted, "So They're targeting the Water Reactor? We've invested a lot into those reactors – if that Organization destroys any of them, Midgar Edge will be in turmoil."
"If that reactor explodes, it'll take that entire sector with it!" Tseng pointed out, worriedly.
Realising that his lietuenant was right, Veld quickly gave out his orders, "Stop them! Don't let the intruders get to the reactor!"
She didn't seem to be getting anywhere other than knocking down or killing the mysterious Militas Ultra Operatives. Despite Tseng's encouragement to hang in there as he knew that it was a tough situation and also told her to use the use of her Materia, Rosalind was becoming more and more frustrated as the Operatives refused to give her any answers no matter how far she went, still heading into the direction of the Reactor.
She nearly stumbled as a large tremor shook the ground, and nearly made pot-plants on nearby windows fall over before everything calmed down. Rosalind didn't have time to wonder what just happened as her PHS rang again. She quickly answered, and Tseng was on the line once more.
"Rosalind! This is really important, so I want you to pay close attention! The entrance to the reactor's underground entrance has been blasted open." His tone was on edge, close on the verge of frantic.
Rosalind's eyes widened as she softly gasped in horror. No...she'd been so busy doing what she'd been ordered to do and wasted precious time in not stopping the enemy on time. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault." She replied, knowing that she hadn't been fast enough.
"Don't worry about that right now." Tseng told her. "Listen to me. The intruders are aiming for the reactor itself. Stop them from reaching it."
(~Night of Tragedy-KH: BBS Final Mix/KH0.2~)
"Yes, sir!" She would not fail this time.
Running out in front of the operatives standing guard in front of the reactor, she made quick work of them. Attracted by the ruckus, three more of them boiled out of a side street. Quickly forming the targets in her mind, she screamed out the lightning spell, satisfied as three bolts found their mark. Her satisfaction was short lived, because at that moment even more of the operatives came rushing in, surrounding her. Doing a quick head count, she realized that she now had a dozen of them against her. This wasn't good.
Nodding, Rosalind rolled out of the way as they opened fire before she responded by surging Firaga from her Fire Materia on her Gaunlet on her wrist hidden in her sleeve before thrusting it out and three fire balls blasted at three of the Militas Ultra soldiers who all collasped. Sensing movement, she jumped out of the way before another one of the Operatives would crush her skull with a pipe. She finished him off with replacing the Sleepel Clips with her Stanard ones while careful not to use them or she'd end up running out quickly, shooting him squarely between the eyes, where blood splattered as he collasped, dead, his eyes rolling into the back of his head in permament shock.
She then casted Blizzard which huge ice-shards appeared over two others men's heads which hit them so hard that they collasped to the ground, either unconscious or dead. Again, her victory was short lived, as even more Militas Ultra Operatives surrounded her. There were even more than the ones she just finished. Still, she held her gun close, glaring at the enemies. If she was going to die, she was going to die fighting.
"The Turks!? They still exist!?" Another one of the Militas Ultra Operatives grunted, before snorting, "Hmph, not even you can take on 6 of us at the same time, though." Before ordering the rest of his co-workers, "Get her!"
But the three who were about to attack at Rosalind's left never had the chance as a familiar shouting coming off to the right. They were easily knocked down from behind by a combination of electricity, a metal rod and kicks. (~End Night of Tragedy~)
In their place, was a tall skinny young man, seventeen years of age and already a high-ranking Turk coming close to Third in Command despite that his under shirt was untucked and hanged loosely, his blazer zipped open, the lack of a tie, and he had shocking spiky short red hair, the fringe held up by a pair of goggles. He also had two red facial lining tattoos, one on each side of his upper cheek-bones, and his tortoise blue eyes twinkling in excitement yet boredom.
(~The Clandestine Dark Suits/Turks-CRISIS CORE FINAL FANTASY VII~)
"Hey, rookie! Looks like you've gotten yourself into a hellva mess on your first day, huh?" The redhead grinned at the stunned and shocked Roselind.
Rosalind's eyes had widened, at first unable to speak until finally she found her voice again. "Reno? I thought you had other orders."
Reno shrugged, casually kicking aside one of the fallen men. The other operatives watched him, shocked into stillness. Coming to join her, Reno gave the remaining men an appraising look. Immediately, two more operatives filled the spot Reno had just vacated. He seemed amused at that and continued to smirk.
"I've been called in to be your support." Reno answered, casually, as if they were talking about a nice day in the park, not a life and death situation. At her stricken look, he laughed. "Don't worry about it." He clapped her on the shoulder. (~End The Clandestine Dark Suits/Turks~)
(~Resume Night of Tragedy~) Reno then turned away from her while tapping his EMR against his left shoulder. "All right, rookie – let's finish this up as quick as possible!" standing into a fighting position.
Rosalind nodded and took on her own opponents. Fortunately and unfortunately, she only had to take on only two with the combination of materia and her own castings. She rolled out of the way one of the two opertives attempted to shoot her with his own handgun, but ultimately met his demise when she got a clean shot at his forehead before kicking his comrade in the stomach and finishing him off with a shot in the throat.
The good thing about having Reno around was that he was fast. He'd already taken down three Militas Ultra soldiers cleanly with a good swipe of his weapon and electrocuting them before Rosalind even got the chance to start off with one. He also easily dodged and kicked more right in the necks that either rendered them unconscious or killed them almost instantly due to a sickening crack. The bad thing about having Reno around as that you didn't get the chance to fight much of any of the opponents. He spun around easily at another opponent before ducking to avoid in getting a gunshot in his head and then kicked the enemy's weapon out of their grasp before finishing them off as well.
Another suddenly appeared behind him and Rosalind saw this coming. "Reno, duck!"
The redhead quickly did so and Rosalind fired another shot at the Militas Ultra into the head, with Reno kicking the sudden did man by the legs, knocking him over where the soldier crashed face first onto the concrete ground. The redhead stood up and grinned, "Thanks. Mission accomplished!"
Or not. As soon as the words came out of Reno's mouth, three more Militas Ultra operatives appeared, weapons drawn and standing heatedly glaring at the two Turks who glared back, agitated.
"They just keep coming." Reno groaned, exasperation creeping in his tone. "Is there no end to them?"
"At this rate, they'll get to the reactor. That's what they want." Rosalind responded, tightly.
"Sure seems like it." Reno agreed, before nodding to himself as he knew there was only one thing to do as time was running out. He turned firmly to Roselind and ordered, "Okay then, rookie. You go on ahead. I'll take care of these guys." before winking at her, "Don't worry about it. I'll catch up with you in no time."
Rosalind blinked at him, slightly hesitated. It wasn't that she was uncertain that Reno couldn't handle it. She knew better...but still...finally, she nodded, "Yes, sir. Be careful, Reno."
With that, she ran to the Reactor, determined to stop the mysterious men from causing catastropic casualties, and hoped that Reno would be careful.
It wasn't long before Reno finished the three other Militas Ultra troops before turning to head into the Reactor to give the rookie a hand. Only to be stopped when an unfamiliar cocky voice teasingly suggested behind him, "How 'bout you leave your little rookie to be a hero, so that I can see if you are what we think you are?" (~End Night of Tragedy~)
"What?" Reno skid to a stop and whipped around, half-expecting another Militas Ultra operative. Instead, he was met by an unfamiliar man, close to his thirties with his hair, black with silver streaks, tied up in a ponytail, a large scar on his left cheek, and unnatural pointy ears, his left eye unusually golden while his right was covered by an eye-patch. He was also wearing a black coat.
(~Organization XIII-KH:BBS~)
"You're either the heartless side of our Axel, or, you're one of the reborn from the original Turks:" The man continued, leering at the redhead, "Reno, the Fastest of the Turks. Which is it?"
"You sure know a lot about me, don't you?" Reno quired, glaring at the man. How this creepy psycho know his name and status as a Turk was a mystery to him. He then shrugged since he had no idea what a 'Heartless' was or who this Axel is. "Not that I have a damn clue on what a 'Heartless' is or who your Axel is."
The man, named Xigbar, chuckled, "You think you know who you are?" He then scoffed, "As if! But just because you've got the speed, that ain't gonna be enough to stop me."
There was a sudden chill that crawled down his spine, and Reno didn't like it one bit. Whether this guy was a higher ranked guy of the losers he and Roselind just beaten up or not didn't make him like this guy at all. Was he with another group to cause sudden problems? Something weird was going on and he knew that he had to fight this guy since he's no doubt trouble along with the soldiers.
"Oh, really?" Reno sneered, challenging as he took a fighting position. "We won't know for sure until we test that out, will we?"
"Oh!" Xigbar mocked, grinning cruely, "So that means you're Flamsilocks No.2? Only diffence being is that you don't have fire burning in you."
When the redheaded Turk didn't respond to that, the eye-patched man shrugged, before flipping his arms out and two arrow pistols materalized in his hands as he continued, "Oh well, let's see if you have what it takes to defeat me."
'What the hell? Those things just...appeared outta nowhere?' Reno thought to himself, eyes all wide in shock and disbelief. Who the hell was this guy? Was he even human? Somewhere in the back of his mind told him that no, this guy wasn't human at all. He had no idea why, but something was extremely...off.
He then shook off those thoughts and glared at his new opponent. He wasn't going to lose to some arrow-wielding punk. (~End Organization XIII~)
Water Reactor 8.
(~The Skyscraper of Iron and Steel-CRISIS CORE FINAL FANTASY VII~)
The air of the reactor was warm, almost uncomfortably so after the chill of the night air outside. Rosalind stopped, looking around. It was darkish blueish gray with glass platforms on the path, pipes on the wall with water flowing out and into the huge river bank below. It reminded her of the fountains in garden attractions.
Her PHS rang and Rosalind quickly answered.
"They're after the reactor. They're going to try to breach the main passage to the reactor by blasting through it. Stop them at any cost!" Tseng said without premable.
"Yes, sir." Rosalind replied. There were doors and passages heading off in all directions, but if she remembered the schematics correctly, the heart of the reactor should be north from the entrance. She set off. (~End the Skyscraper of Iron and Steel~)
It wasn't long before she found her target. (~Combat-CRISIS CORE FINAL FANTASY VII~) At the sound of her footsteps, two Militas Ultra operatives whirled around and recongised her. Too bad they didn't stand a chance even against a skilled rookie Turk who took them out as she switched to her standard castings, aimed at for the side of one man and struck the other one in both legs, incapacitating them.
Turning along the twisted passages, she could hear shouting now. The gunshots had no doubt been heard. She made her way closer to the reactor, dispatching the enemy with clean shots as she went. It felt like she was performing the actions from somewhere outside of herself, and for some reason...this sort of thing felt strangely familiar, as though she'd done something extremely similiar, but didn't know why.
The only thing she could think about now was getting to the reactor – anything and anyone else that stood in her way was inconsequential. Finally, she was in front of the reactor. Making quick work of the enemy guard, she stepped in front of the man setting up the explosive charges. Rosalind stood guard, her gun trained and aimed at him.
The operative snarled as he turned around, brandishing a rifle as he growled, "Don't get in my way! We're so close!" and she could hear the desperation in his voice.
She dodge-rolled out of the way when he shot fired at her, but missed. Roselind in response pulled the trigger from her crouched position, and the man fell to the ground, dead, with blood pouring out from his forehead. (~End Combat~)
Sighing in relief while making sure there weren't anymore of the operatives for now, Rosalind stood up and pulled out her PHS, dialing Tseng's number to give him her report that she managed to stop the enemy from setting up the bomb.
"Good work. You've helped avert what could have been a disaster." He responded. "Return to HQ with Reno as soon as possible. We'll do a complete debriefing once you're back."
"Yes, sir." Rosalind replied, before hanging up, then frown in concern. Come to think of it, Reno hadn't arrived at all yet. The knot in her stomach she felt earlier only grew worse and her worry increased.
She just hoped that he was alright.
Reno grunted painfully as he was dealt with a heavy blow in the stomach and chest, causing him to drop his EMR and fall onto his knees, his eyes shut as he attempted to will the agonizing pain to go away. He underestimated the eye-patched guy. Not only was he not human, but he was dangerous as all hell. Where did he even come from?
"Not so tough now, huh?" Xigbar grinned evilly as he gazed down at his defeated opponent.
The redhaired Turk could only glare up at him before sudden movement caught the corner of his eye, and when he turned to see what it was, his eyes widened in shock as Rosalind just came out just in time to see what happened and she could only watch in horror as she gasped.
(~Enter the Darkness-KH:BBS~)
"Get out of here, rookie! This guy's trouble!" Reno warned. He couldn't risk in having Roselind get killed by the black coat guy.
"Lights out!" Xigbar sneered as he aimed a lasser shot right at Reno who turned to see this only to be hit, and knocked out cold. The redhead's head hit hard on the ground.
"Reno!" Rosalind shouted, horrified. She then turned to the unfamiliar man and felt a sudden chill that whoever he was, he was not human despite looking and sounding like one.
The one-eye-patched man looked down at Reno, prodding him with his boot. "So he does have a heart. He must be the heartless-side of Flamsilocks." He concluded to himself, before turning his gaze over to the younger blond-haired female Turk and narrowed his eye as though he recongised her and didn't like her a single bit. "As for you. Can't have the one who first stopped the deadly summon get in the way."
Despite not knowing what he was talking about, Rosalind glared at him before arming herself and took arm. She didn't care on how dangerous he was. She wasn't going to back down despite knowing that if this man had taken down Reno, the Third in Command of the Turks for his age, then she was in serious trouble.
"Wanna fight me too, huh?" Xigbar grinned, taking a fighting stance of his own, pointing out to the rookie Turk. "Only a Keyblade wielder can stop me!"
Keyblade? What was he talking about?
She ducked when Xigbar shot several laser shots at her and continued to do so even as she continued to rush to dodge them before firing her normal shots at him. To her shock, he saw this coming and jumped out of the way before continuing to fire at her. Getting frustrated, Rosalind then took careful aim and this time almost successfully shot him in the head. However, he suddenly disappeared into thin air, almost like a ghost. Trying to see where he was, she then heard his voice somehow above her.
"I can see you!" He called out in a sing-song tone.
When Rosalind looked up, she shrieked as she suddenly had to run as fast as she could when high from the roof of a building close by, only about eight floors up, Xigbar somehow managed to get there and was firing hundreds of the laser shots at her. Just when she thought it would never end, they then stopped and then Xigbar appeared again back on ground level, this time hanging mid-air upside down and began to spin around, firing more and more of the laser shots.
Rosalind quickly switched from her standards shots to Materia use, casting Lightning which for once successfully hit him full on, but while he cried out in pain, it wasn't enough to render him to defeat. She tried again, this time using Comet, and a series of burning meteorites rained down around them, hitting her opponent, who grunted from the impact. To her annoyance, none of her attacks seemed to have effected him as much.
Unfortunately, she was caught off-guard when Xigbar knocked her right into the wall as he swiped at her with his weapons. Rosalind hit the wall behind with a hard thud. Something in her back twinged, and with a gasp, she slumped forward, unable to move. Who the hell was this guy? He was way too strong if he could immobilize her with one hit like that, much less take out Reno with about as much apparent effort as swatting an insect
"Is that all you've got? Boy, did they pick a dud to reincarnate." Xigbar shook his head, as though what he saw was the saddest thing ever. "Guess I'll have to finish you and red-head boy off." taking aim to finish her off.
Rosalind, her vision blurry as she was struggling to stay conscious, squeezed her eyes shut as she braced herself. It couldn't end like this! She willed herself to try and get up. Suddenly she heard an unusual sound, and when she opened her eyes, her vision was still slightly blurry, and she wasn't certain whether she was hallucinating or not, but another man suddenly appeared behind Xigbar out of...black and purple mist? He too was wearing a black coat, but appeared a bit more muscular, a bit more tanned, reddish-brown eyes, and silver hair.
"Leave them be for now, No.2." The man told Xigbar, in a very deep, almost spooky voice. "Neither of them are at the strongest level yet."
"You wanna just leave them be?" Xigbar asked to the new commer, lowering his weapons as he gazed at him in slight shock. "With all due respect, Superior, these guys are-" gesturing at the two fallen Turks.
"They do not recall their previous lives yet." The Superior told cut him off, gazing solely at both the unconscious Reno, and then to Rosalind who felt a shudder down her bruised spine. She recongised that look in his eyes; it seemed he did not care for any lives and would possibly just throw them away, but had decided not to borther right now for some reason. What had she done to earn such strange hatred? She didn't even know these people! "We must continue our search for a Key bearer to construct our Kingdom Hearts."
As though he was torn between obeying his Superior and in killing the two Turks, Xigbar finally slumped in defeat and grumbled, "Aye, aye, sir." and while Roselind was unaware of it due to her half-conscious mind struggling to fully awake, the two men vanished into mists of darkness and disappeared as though they weren't there to begin with.
While Rosalind's vision began to clear, her head still spinned slightly, but she did manage to catch on at least the ending part of the 'Superior's' sentence. Kingdom Hearts? What in the world was that? Before she could think much of it as her head finally stopped spinning, as to her horror, a single Militas Ultra soldier, apparently having arrived late, saw what happened to her and Reno, and ultimately decided that since they were knocked out, he could kill them. The lacky looked at the two of them, then, seemingly deciding that the unconscious Reno would be the easier job, approached him.
Anger boiled up in Rosalind's veins. She didn't know who these people were – what they were trying to accomplish – but they had gone too far. They had tried to blow up the reactor. If they had succeeded, they would have taken out a good portion of the city, all thousands of innocent citizens. They had caused unrest, had tried to kill her, and now on top of everything else they were going to kill an unconscious man.
"This can't happen," Rosalind muttered, pulling herself up, ignoring the pain shooting down her back. Raising her voice to get the attention of the operative, she stood up, adjusting her grip on her weapon. "I'm not going to let you get away with this!"
The fight, if one could call it that, lasted all of two seconds. Before he could even react, the operative toppled backwards on the ground, dead. (~End Enter the Darkness~)
Gazing at the dead man grimly, Rosalind then approached Reno, kneeling beside him and shook him by the shoulder. "Sir?"
He was thankfully just unconscious. She could still feel his pulse, much to her relief. She shook him harder when he didn't respond. "Reno, get up!"
With a groan, Reno came to. Blinking his eyes open, he slowly gazed up at the rookie and smirked, immediately half knowing what happened and was mentally relieved that she was okay. "You saved me, huh..."
"I guess I did." Rosalind replied with a small smile, standing up and helped her superior up when she offered her hands, which he took, and stood up with ease.
He then asked the whereabouts of the one-eye-patched man, "Where's that-?"
"He's gone." Rosalind kindly cuts him off, explaining what happened despite not knowing whether it was just her imagination or not. She then concluded, "...I think that one mentioned something about..."Kingdom Hearts"."
"Kingdom...Hearts?" Reno repeated, racking through his brain to try and figure out the meaning of the strange combination of words. While it sounded strangely familiar as though something deep within him was struggling to burst out, but when nothing came up, he shrugged cluelessly, "Nope, doesn't ring a bell."
The two Turks then gazed at the dead lacky Rosalind had killed to save Reno and the same thought came into their minds; Who were these people?
Back at the Turks HQ, Tseng and Veld had both been trying to figure out the idenities of the apparent new enemy to ShinRa, and it wasn't until Tseng learned of the new information and informed his superior.
"Sir. Our intelligence reports have come in." Tseng reported to the Turk leader. "According to them, we're dealing with a large terrorist organization. They call themselves Militas Ultra. We're still looking into them, but that's all we've been able to establish so far."
Veld frowned at this. Militas Ultra. They sound extremely more dangerous than what they demostrated in Sector 8. He then gazed firmly at his Second in Command and quired, "Have you found out anything about their movements?"
The Wutaiian's expression became grim, "They're seemed to be more operative in Banora."
"Where the Galbadian Prison once was...?" Veld's expression turned to grim expression. This is not good. If that were the case, then the lives of the villagers there were already in grave danger. Something had to be done in order to get this situation under control. "We must look further into this."
"Yes, sir." Tseng nodded in agreement, sharing his mentor's concern.
(~Steel Arm-FINAL FANTASY TYPE 0~)
Militas Ultra HQ-Southern Parts of Midgar Ruins.
In a heavily barracated secret hide out, the entire place were military like with machinary, thousands of trained Militas Ultra soldiers with technology almost as advanced as ShinRa Company's technology, the door metal doors opened when the second in command of the organization stepped through and the soldiers and high-ranked officers saluted smartly at the commer. He was a youngish man with blone hair, a blue eye with an eye-path covering his right eye, wearing a white coat, black leather pants, boots and gloves, and a keffyle around his neck. He held a serious expression on his face, meaning that he was a man on business and not to be messed with.
"Qator Basher, sir!" One of the Militas Ultra saluted in greeting.
"Status report." The man in question, Qator Basher, ordered.
"Our operatives at Water Reactor 8 of Midgar Edge are not responding, sir!" The Militas Ultra Commander reported, somewhat nervously.
Basher frowned, before giving out another order, "Contact them immediately."
"Y-Yes sir!" The commander responded, before going into commuciation with the head-ear piece, speaking to whomever was on the line. "Operative A! Come in, Operative A!"
The signal and response was pretty weak, but while the wordings he got was heavily static and cracking painfully into his ear, what he was hearing made him shocked almost beyond belief. "W-What!? The ShinRa legendary Turks!? Are you sure!?"
The Turks? So they were here? Basher frowned, disapproved and somewhat concerned, before thinking to himself, "So the Turks are reborn. This could be challenging. We need to watch their movements then. But why? Why would ShinRa re-establish the Turks after thousands of years? Don't they know...the full story of the legend?"
(~End Steel Arm~)
(~The Sky-Blue Eyes-CRISIS CORE FINAL FANTASY VII~)
Meanwhile, back in Edge in Sector 8, with the wounds Rosalind and Reno had received in battle having been taken care of, the two of them had started the trek back to ShinRa headquarters. The streets were eerily quiet after everything they had been through. Rosalind found this chilling. It had only been less than half an hour ago that she'd been in an intense life or death situation. The denizens of Sector 8 had no idea how close they had come to calamity.
"Man, talk about a busy day." Reno sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He was dying for a drink to get rid of his headache, but knew that it would have to wait until after he and the rookie next to him had finished the debriefing. "Didn't even see those guys comin'."
"Tseng didn't even know this would happen." Rosalind spoke up, her mind still onto the events that happened tonight.
The redhead senior Turk nodded in agreement, "Yeah, you'd think that tonight would've been a normal patrol mission." before grinning as he gazed at the younger turk with a somewhat proud look in his eyes, "Despite that things didn't go how you thought it would be, rookie, I gotta say, you did pretty damn good on your first survival life and death situation. Heh, you even saved me."
"I didn't do much, sir." Rosalind said dismissively.
That made Reno stop in his tracks which had Rosalind stop as well, as the former pointed out, somewhat incrediously, "Are you kiddin'? Not only did you save one of your superiors, but with some help, you saved Sector 8 and prevented Water Reactor 8 from being blown into smithereens, and this is only your first day of being a Turk! No one else has done that before-not even Director Veld, and you found out about the new enemy ShinRa will most likely have to face. Despite that one eye-patched guy, I think that's the least of our worries."
When Rosalind just gazed at him, somewhat shocked at his compliment in her, Reno placed a hand onto her shoulder, concluding with warm smile, "The point is, Rosalind, you're a hero."
"I was following orders. I wouldn't really call it heroism." Rosalind replied, trying her very best to stop the flush of pink forming on her face of slight embarrassment. Though she had to admit that the pride rising inside her was sort of worth it. It was unusual for a rookie Turk to have go and unexpectedly save Edge from being destroyed by terrorists.
"And that, my young co-worker, is probably the reason how you became one of us." Reno chuckled, even though he wasn't that much older than she was. "You still got a lot of work to do to go up the ranks, but you deserve a little party for being a hero today."
This time the little blush was shown on her face that Rosalind failed to hide, but seeing how Reno wasn't teasing her as he normally would, she decided that it was worth it for once. "Thank you, sir. I don't know what to say."
"You can call me by my name, ya' know." Reno replied, lowering his hand to his side. "You don't have to always call me sir." He smirked, "Besides, that makes me sound old. C'mon, let's head back to report."
"Alright." Rosalind nodded in agreement, and the two Turks made off to head back once more.
Yet they and the rest of the Turks were fully unaware of the dangers that were yet to come. (~End the Sky-Blue Eyes~)
(~Steel Arm-FINAL FANTASY TYPE 0~)
Back at the Militas Ultra HQ, Qator Basher and a couple of the Organization's high commanders made up with their leader, Cid Aulstyne, who was a man close to his fifties, wearing a uniform very similiar to Basher's, but was wearing a black shirt and a red tie underneath, a sailor-like hat and looked twice as serious as his second in command.
"We cannot attack Banora head on. ShinRa will suspect the attack." Aulstyne realised, his eyes narrowing. His back still turned to the group in his office as the window gazed out at the seemingly heavy factory that was building dangerous looking machinary, he gave out his next orders, "The Turks are their investigation force. Be more secretive."
"Yes sir!" The Commanders saluted, before taking the leave, which had Bashor and Aulstyne on their own.
After a moment of silence, Aulstyne then muttered, somewhat more to himself than his lietuenant, "I knew the Turks were re-organized, but I didn't think that they would have members from the ancient times."
"Could the legend of rebirth be true, sir?" Basher quired, with a frown.
"Most likely, but there's a downside to that. The loss of memories, until the time is right. We cannot have the Turks learn of their previous lives." Aulstyne's frown deepened as he knew what to do. "They, along with all who work for ShinRa, and the company itself, must be destroyed. That is our goal."
"Along with the goal of domination?"
His second in command didn't see it, but the High-Commissioner grinned. Two goals were on his mind; destroy the ShinRa Company, and rule the entire world. Unlike most, he knew the truth behind most of the Company's past, yet none who worked for ShinRa knew that as of yet, and as long as it was kept this way...it was for the best. (~End Steel Arm~)
Despite the rebirth, the Turks have no memory nor knowlage of their previous lives. Thus begins the battle of the ShinRa and the mysterious Militas Ultra whose goal is still unknown.
No one knows about Organization XIII's plans either. As time goes by, the Turks will become increasingly involved in this new epic battle.
A/N: Sorry for the delay of this story. Been sick as well as being at the funeral for the loss of my great aunt who passed away two weeks ago. I think this will be another one of those slow ones. I know it's confusing at the moment, but it will be explained further on in the story which will eventually be somewhat cross-overed with "Kingdom Hearts: Crisis Core" just as both games of "Before Crisis-Final Fantasy VII" and "Crisis Core-Final Fantasy VII" were cross-overed.
See you in the next chapter!