Author's note: Sorry for the delay again. Been on a writer's block and everyday life caught up with me. Well, this is back now!

Anyway, let's continue on!

I don't own Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy Type-0, Sailor Moon or Pokemon. I do own Arien, though.

Chapter 4: Trouble at the Beach.

Continuing from "Episode Tseng"...

April 4th [11:00 AM]-Year-1990.

Turks Headquarters-ShinRa Building-Edge.

It's been two weeks and four days since the incident in Junon, the betrayal of their own President of ShinRa Company. A private funeral was held to prevent the rest of the world knowing what had happened, but it felt wrong to the Turks. Yet they had no choice. Rufus has been made their new President now, and Veld had requested the Security to be upgraded to Level 3 alert in case there was another traitor within the Company. Thus far, it's been clear and once again Militas Ultra had disappeared. There had been no word on the mysterious Highground either.

The newer Turks still couldn't believe that Rufus' father had ultimately intended on disbanding them and killing his own son. St. Andrew was still in shock for having been there to witness the murder of the man who had been made a fool by some old guy, plus their enemy. Since the incident, he'd end up awakening in cold sweat after vivid nightmares that repeated the whole thing over and over, and it didn't help when a couple days ago it decided to take it to the next level; the Turks on exile, Rufus arrested for treason, and a death warrent on their heads.

"St. Andrew?"

The rookie yelped, startled out of his dazed thoughts and turned to glare at Rosalind who'd spoken his name. "Dammit, Rosie! Ya' tryin' to give me a heart attack or somethin'!?"

"You were about to fall asleep and the meeting is about to start." The young woman responded firmly.

"This is the fifth time in two weeks you nearly dozed off." Rafe shook his head in disappointment.

St. Andrew rolled his eyes, failing to cover up a yawn. "If ya guys really wanna know? I had a crap two weeks and four days counting 'cause I couldn't get a decent night's sleep. Ever since Militas Ultra screwed things up for us in Junon and our new Prez's old man tried to kill him and us before Tseng killed said old man, I've been havin' nightmares every damn time I close my eyes, for Ifrit's sake. Couple days ago it decided to give me another reason to be stressed; with us having a death warrant, plus Rufus arrested. Happy now?" He explained snappishly.

"Never knew nightmares bothered you." Freya commented, and judging by her tone, she actually sounded sorry and worried about him.

"...I shouldn't be like this. Turks don't get nightmares!" St. Andrew pointed out, feeling embarrassed. "It's humiliating."

"Nothin' humiliating about nightmares." Reno spoke up as he and Rude both took a seat next to each other near Rosalind and St. Andrew, having caught-tail of the conversation. The older redhead then added, "I think we're all pretty much stressed with what the hell's been happening. Man, even I had trouble sleepin' lately, and I wouldn't be surprised that Tseng had it much worse than the rest of us."

The redhaired rookie blinked in surprise by this response. While he was a little annoyed by Reno's 'father knows best' attitude, St. Andrew had to admit he wasn't expecting it. Before he could ask how Reno knew about this, however, both Veld and Tseng, who for the first time in weeks, looked somewhat back to normal. Everyone else, while knowing that Reno was right and that they all had been stressed, gazed at the Wutaiian Turk curiously. Whatever happened, Tseng looked as though he calmed down or something.

"Is everyone accounted for?" Veld inquired sternly to all of the Turks who nodded silently, with a soft 'Yes, sir' heard. He nodded in approval, "Good. First of all, before we begin, Tseng has something to say."

As expected, Tseng nodded before clearing his throat, and, somewhat awkwardly, spoke to the rest of the team, "I realise that you may have noticed that...I have not been myself lately, given the circumstances for the incident almost three weeks ago. Ever careful thinking, I've come to accept that my actions were due to orders, and that there were no alternatives, while they may not be forgiven. We can only work hard to ensure it does not happen again. I am deeply sorry for concerning you all."

Much to Tseng's relief, everyone else looked rather relieved as well despite that they still didn't like what had happened, but like the Second in Command, they accept that there wasn't much of a choice and the late President was a traitor.

"Not your fault, boss. 100% Of that goes to those damn Militas Ultra, all the way." Reno told him, smirking. "It's like you said; we have to make sure it doesn't happen again and the only way to do that is to get rid of those idiots and to do that, we have to figure out what the hell they're doin' before we can strike and before they strike again."

The rest of the team nodded in agreement, feeling relieved that Tseng was somewhat okay now. The Wutaiian mentally relaxed.

"Thank you. Speaking of the enemy, shall we get started?" Tseng responded, and the Turks and Veld nodded.

(~The Mako-Controlling Organization-CRISIS CORE: FINAL FANTASY VII~)

"As we have learned our very well organized and dangerous Militas Ultra can be, not to mention highly manipulative, they must have a secret agent within the Company. Or possibly many bases through out near Edge and the Midgar Ruins. Given how we have searched every and any possibly salutions despite the security upgrade, I'd like reports of their agendas." Veld spoke.

The Turk Director turned to Balto, inquiring, "Balto, what have you learn during investigation?"

The scarred Turk nodded, explaining, "I have spotted one of the soldiers of our enemy and secretly followed him, sir. It appears that they have an operation running within the sewers connecting to the train station and I fear they are working on something that will most likely endanger innocent civilians."

"They're not gonna put a bomb in trains or something, are they!?" Freya exclaimed, sounding horrified. None of the Turks looked any less worried with that thought.

"If they do that, that's like thousands of people dead!" A violet-haired female Turk added. "Dear Shiva, that would also damage the system."

"Or maybe they're gonna hack into the train's system and hold many people hostage. That's another possibilty." Rafe spoke of his own concerns.

"Or perhaps secretly hide the bomb into the train and plant it somewhere else in the City." Rude firmly said with a deep frown.

Reno felt his stomach drop at all three terrible scenarios, before turning to Veld and Tseng and asked, "Uh, if either one is right or it's somethin' more dangerous, we're not, ya' know, gonna do what the guys back 8,000 years ago did and sacrifice some people just to prevent that from happenin', are we?"

"Unless it's the last resort, no. The only lives I want to see taken is those of Militas Ultra, and Rufus does not want any innocent lives lost." Veld answered, sternly, much to Reno's relief. He then questioned, "Why do you say that, Reno?"

"It's just..." Reno began, hesitatedly. "Ever since what happened in Junon and how we're blamin' Militas Ultra for the assassination to keep everyone from figuring out the truth, I feel this awful brooding like somethin' similiar happened before, and I can't help but feel terrible about it. For nearly three weeks, there was an image that came into my head of...the old Sector 7 in Midgar collasping and..."

The redhead pause, shuddered and suddenly found he was beginning to have trouble breathing. After taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he continued, "...And that thousands of innocent people, men, women, children...all killed, though those who were causin' trouble survived. I don't want anything like that happen and we hold responsible for it and pretend it was the bad guys who did it. It's wrong."

A tensed pause as the rookie Turks shared alarmed glances at what Reno was saying. Could something like that really happen if things get too far with Militas Ultra? One thing they came to a mental agreement, Reno was right; it's wrong.

"...I think I understand what you're saying, Reno." Veld admitted, grimly. When the Turks looked at him questionly, he continued, "Something like that is unforgivable and I would rather not have that sort of thing happen by our hands either. Unless things get really out of hand and SOLDIER and the army would have to be dispatched to handle the situation, we will all work into preventing casualties to many innocent lives. So no, as far as Rufus and I are concerned, no lives in the train station shall be lost."

(~End The Mako-Controlling Organization~)

Reno breathed a sigh of relief as he slumped slightly in his chair. "Thank Shiva."

"Now then, anything else to report?" Veld inquired to the rest of the team.

A young curlish blond man, another Turk, held up his hand and when given permission to speak, he answered, "I heard rumors that weird uniformed men were spotted in Costa Del Sol yesterday afternoon. Not sure if it's Militas Ultra, but some witnesses who came back from vacation the other day mentioned about being harrassed while demanding answered about a guy they're looking for. Someone who's apparently retired or something."

While the newer Turks shared confused expressions, the senior Turks looked alarmed and Reno and Rude both glanced at each other in shock, the former looking a bit more paler than he already was.

(~Drops of Poison-KH:BBS~)

"Uh, sir? Isn't that where...?" Reno began as he turned to Veld, looking rather scared.

"Indeed." Veld nodded to comfirm Reno's half unasked question. "Whether it is Militas Ultra in Costa Del Sol or not, that is left to debate. But if they are looking for him, this is serious trouble."

Reno groaned, "Ah, hell. I was afraid of that."

"Sir?" The young blond Turk asked.

"Classified info. Senior-Turk basis only. Sorry, rookie." Reno quickly interjected.

"If Militas Ultra are there, it won't be classified any longer." Veld warned. After a moment of silence, he gave out new orders, "Balto, you and Rafe see to the sewers and find out more on Militas Ultra stations there. If it is indeed an explosive device or hacking, put a stop to it."

"Yes sir." Balto nodded, and Rafe nodded in agreement.

"Freya, St. Andrew and Rosalind, head to the train stations with a few army members to inform the transmiter managers of the situation and have them shut down the lines should things get out of hand." Veld continued.

"Got it, sir." Freya replied with an excited grin, while St. Andrew mentally groaned and Rosalind nodded firmly with a strong serious expression.

"Alana, you and Patrick are to bodyguard the President."

The two said rookies, the violet-haired woman named Alana, nodded while next to her, a brown-haired young man, apparently, Patrick, both nodded in agreement. They were both skilled in wielding knives.

Finally, Veld turned to the other three remaining Turks, ordering, "Reno, Rude. You both take Jake to Costa Del Sol and investigate the rumors. If it is indeed Militas Ultra, put a stop to them. In the meantime, I think now would be as good as any to find anyone suitable to join the ranks of both SOLDIER and if possible, new Turk candidates. I have a feeling Militas Ultra have grown in numbers in what started out as small group into a very organized terrorists."

"Got it." Reno nodded, as did Jake, the curl-haired young man.

"Hmph. Working with you again." Rude commented to his friend sarcastically.

The redhead grinned, teasingly mocking, "Oh, aren't ya' happy to be with me, partner?" chuckling.

"Whether these candidates are applied for entry in both or not, we need more man power; now more than ever. Tseng and I will continue to monitor the situation. I'm counting on you all." Veld concluded the meeting and the Turks all saluted.

(~End Drops of Poison~)

April 7th [1:12 PM]-Year-1990.

Eastern Docks-Costa Del Sol.

(~Rays of Sunshine*Destiny Islands-Kingdom Hearts 1.5 ReMIX-Final Mix*~)

Jake had only visited Costa Del Sol a few times in his childhood during family vacations prior in joining the Turks. Having grown up wealthy in a big household in Kalm, he always got mainly expensive stuff despite asking so little. What he really wanted was to be like everyone else; casual, friendly and some freedom. The Turks provided him that despite his family's objections and wanted him to run a huge sucessful business instead. That was something he and Freya had in common and despite the latter's wild personality similiar to Reno's, the two of them got on quite well, possibly because they craved for freedom to do whatever they wanted and what they felt was right.

Here in Costa, the sun always shone, the waves providing a refreshing backdrop day or night to one's activities. The sun kissed brown bodies of beautiful people at work and play, and many activities.

Of course, this only applied to the beach and the immediate environs. Outside the central resort area, things were different. The closely clustered hotels and beach villas gave way to suburbs, and then to increasingly dilapidated shanty towns. Jake had never been that far out – he had never, properly speaking, even been to the suburbs where most of the local residents lived. And neither have Freya as she once told him she'd like to explore the place during a break one day.

It's too bad he didn't have time to take a dip in the clue crystal clear water on the beach. Instead, in his full black Turk uniform which wasn't the right outfit to wear in a place like this, he had a job to do. Though given the ridiculously high tempretures of the heat, he began to feel dehydrated and sweaty and gross that it even made his hair slightly damp despite being in the sun and not being in the water. Thankfully, as he and his two superiors Reno and Rude stood on the dock of the port after travelling via cargo ship for a few days, Jake wasn't the only one having this problem.

"Man, would I give for a nice, fresh cold beer right now. It's so damn hot I'd might as well walk around in my boxer shorts!" Reno complained, fanning himself with his hand.

Jake couldn't help but chuckle despite trying to cover it up and failed miserably. "No offence, sir, but that would be a sight to remember."

Thankfully, Reno didn't take offence and grinned widely. "Hey, if ya wanna cool down and your forgot to bring in your swimming trunks, you have to take desperate measures. Ya' know what I'm sayin'?"

"Uh...no thanks." Jake replied. "Think I'll just go and buy one if that happened."

"We're here on a job, not for vacation." Rude told Reno firmly. Though mentally, like both younger men, the heat was intense. But that still beat the cold anyday.

Reno rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Don't need to remind us." before scanning the area with his eyes, automatically going into business. "Okay, so if I were those Militas Jerkfaces, where would I be?"

"Aren't we here to find candidates for SOLDIER and Turks too?" Jake pointed out, curiously.

"Well, yeah. But we don't want those guys gettin' our attention and figure that out. First, we take care of the said rumor and see if it's true and it if is, we take them out. Then we'll worry about new rookies for both. Even if it's not, it's better to make sure than end up getting ambushed." The redhead told him.

"If Militas Ultra spot us taking over people here, they would no doubt attack and convince the candidates into joining them instead." Rude added in agreement.

"And since we're apparently on top of their crap list, not to mention it would take forever we we stick together, we're high targets. So here's what we're gonna do; I'll take the west side of town. Rude, you take up the rest of this side. Rookie, you head south further up and don't get caught. We'll meet up back here once we're done." Reno informed.

He then quickly added to Jake, "And if you run into trouble that's too much, hide, run and call for help. No sense in getting you in a situation the same way Rosalind did."

"Yes, sir." Jake nodded. It made sense, once he quickly thought about it. If they sticked together, while the numbers would be good, Militas Ultra could end up seeing them. If they split up, they can easily cover themselves in a crowd or something as long as they don't rush in head first. Plus, as Reno had said, it would save them time to both confirm the rumors and find suitable candidates for both SOLDIER and the Turks.

With that, the trio split up and set out on their assignements. (~End Rays of Sunshine*Destiny Islands*~)

April 7th [1:35 PM]-Year-1990.

Southern Inland-Costa Del Sol.

This turned out to be a lot harder than he thought. While the people he'd spoken to had confirmed in seeing strenge men in weird uniforms, not a single one had seen the logo of Militas Ultra on their suits, which made it twice as difficult. Still, given what he'd seen, that at least matched the description of the enemy. The question was, who was it that they wanted to find here in Costa Del Sol? And who was the said retired guy? Given what he understood a couple days back, he must be a ShinRa Employee.

'Maybe he used to be a mechanic? Or a secretary? Army? SOLDIER? Turk?' Jake thought. The last part of his train of thoughts gave him pause. A retired Turk...but it was rare for Turks to have been retired. Not that he heard of, anyway. Whoever he was, maybe it was Turk, that, again, something completely rare, Reno was terrified of.

He mentally chuckled. If this was true, then Jake couldn't help but think that if St. Andrew and Freya found this out, they'd never let Reno live that down.

(~Steel Arm-Final Fantasy Type 0~)

Jake was brought out of his thoughts when, as he neared the centre point of town, an area he'd never been do before, he heard voices that made him stop and lean against the stone wall of a building. As he strained to listen in while carefully taking a peak, the young Turk's eyes narrowed. There stood three men, in unmistakenbly Officer uniforms with Militas Ultra logos imprinted on.

"What do you mean 'You haven't found him yet'!?" One of the officers of Militas Ultra demanded, and even though his helmet covered his eyes, the angered frown on the man's face easily screamed fury and anger.

"W-we couldn't find him anywhere, sir!" One of the two terrified lackies stammered. "None of our collagues had luck in finding him either. If he is a Turk under house arrest, he's must've found out we were coming."

'A Turk under house arrest? Is that the classified info that rookies like me aren't allowed to know?' Jake thought to himself as he hidden himself again, making sure he isn't heard. He didn't even dare to whisper to himself, let alone speak. So he let his mind to all the talking. 'If so, then why here in Costa Del Sol? A beach restort is an easy target if the guy is considered a traitor?'

"Don't give me excuses!" The Officer grunted angrily through his teeth. "You either find him or it's your heads that will be on the silver platter! And make sure those other Turks don't get in the way! Kill them on the spot! I will be having a word with the rest of the team!"

"Y-yes, sir!" The two terrified lackies stuttered and quickly ran off, while the officer growled, agitated.

"Those ShinRa scum! Even under house arrest, they hide pretty damn well!" The officer grunted. "If he is not found and killed, the Turks will continue to thrive and eventually get their memories back! Militas Ultra cannot let that happen! Down with the ShinRa!"

(~End Steel Arm~)

With his rant over, the Officer stormed off and vanished around the corner, fully unaware that Jake, who'd silently crept to follow the other two Militas Ultra soldiers, had listened in before he vanished around the corner. Thankfully the rookie was unseen and unheard before he sighed and attempted to follow them. It wasn't until he realised that maybe he should report to either Reno or Rude of his status before he got himself into deep trouble, but that left him in losing his targets.

Still, orders were to confirm the rumors and take out the enemy. He suddenly mentally kicked himself for not going after the officer first. Then again, if he hadn't gone for the two lackies first, then no doubt the arrested Turk was in trouble and then they'd really be in trouble. Well, he was following them now, so he had to take them out first to lower the numbers.

Thankfully, he didn't have to search far, as he looked around the corner ten minutes later, Jake spotted his targets standing near another building while having cornered a terrified man in an garnish bright tropical shirt with a hidious colour that made one's eyes burn, and an bright orange swimming trunks and sandles that was ungodly awful. But Jake didn't have time to be a fashion critic. He was here on the job.

"I'm warning you; have you seen a man in a black suit that lives here?" One of the Militas Ultra lackies demanded angrily.

"I-I swear, I haven't!" The terrified resident cried out. "Please don't hurt me!"

"We won't hurt you, only if you tell us the truth!"

"I already told you the truth!"

The other lacky scoffed, "He's lying. He won't say anything; ShinRa worshipper through and through."

His friend grunted, before pulling out a rifle, muttering, "Fine. You leave me with no choice."

(~Combat-CRISIS CORE FINAL FANTASY VII~)

'Damnit!' Jake hissed in his mind. He reached behind his belt and pulled out his trademake weapons; a Nunchaku, or Nunchucks. Plus he had Materia as back up along with a handgun which he didn't use often unless it was for emergancy.

"Hold it!" The Turk shouted as he emerged from his hiding place and glared at the two men who were startled out of their minds and turned quickly. They were shocked to see Jake who added angrily, "Leave that man alone!"

"The Turks!" The two men exclaimed, while the terrified man silently slid away and made a run for it.

"This is as far as you go!" Jack continued, twirling his weapon as the chain that attatched to the two sticks clinked loudly in response.

"Damn Turks! Let's kill this twerp!" The Militas lacky declared, and his partner nodded in agreement. The two fired shots at Jake who dodge-rolled out of the way and was forced to continue to do so until they ran out of ammo, forcing them to charge, fearing that they didn't have time to refill.

Big mistake on their part, because while Jake was a rookie, he was a Turk and with a swift of his Nunchaku, whacked both weapons from their grasp and as they both gasped in horror, he didn't waste time in smacking his weapon squarely in one of their faces and kicked harshly in the stomach of the other. He dodged their attempts to grab him before using a Barrier spell from the Barrier Materia to block their back-up handgun shots. The attacks reflected and forced the two stupid men to scream and then dance madly to avoid getting shot themselves.

"Fire!" Jake shouted as he blasted the heated flames from the Fire Materia that engulfed the two men who let out agonized screams. He then casted Lightning to eletrocute them, not giving them any chance of even moving. He darted fast towards them and kneed one into the stomach before thrusting his Nunchakus right at his skull, causing him to crash onto the ground with a sickening thud. While he was busy doing that, Jake was punched in the stomach and sent to the ground himself, forcing himself to roll out of the way before the remaining man he was fighting could kick him in the same spot.

Wanting to be careful with his stamina, Jake instead decided now was the best time to use his back-up. Plus, since this guy was still suffering burns and electric shocks on his body, it was time to put this guy out of his misery. The rookie pulled out his hand gun and fired a shot, into the left eye. The Militas Ultra soldier gave out a gurgled gasp before falling to the ground, dead.

(~End Combat~)

The young man cautionly approached the first man he defeated and checked his pulse before sighing. Both men were dead. Well, that's two Militas Ultra down.

"Rosalind and St. Andrew weren't even kidding about these guys." Jake said to himself, just as the man he'd managed to save approached him.

"Thank you for saving me. Thought I was a goner for sure there." The man said to him.

Jake smiled, "Not a problem. Are you okay, though?"

The local nodded, before he went for his pockets and pulled out something. "Please take this as gratitude for saving my life." He said, and before Jake could kindly decline, the older man handed the Turk bottle of something before thanking him again and rushed off, possibly to somewhere more safer.

"Uh...thanks?" Jake muttered, surprised. He took a quick glance at the bottle that was handed to him; an Ether, perfect for curing affections from poison and things like that. He smiled slightly wider. Well, at least it will come in handy.

Quickly remembering that he still had a job to do, Jake quickly placed the bottle into his own pocket and while he made his way back to where he came from to find the Officer and/or possibly more of the Militas Ultra along the way, he pulled out his PHS and after quick thinking, decided to dial Rude's number.

The shaven-head Turk answered after two rings.

"Rude speaking."

"The rumors are true. I managed to take out two of Militas Ultra. There's a superior officer or something close to that here as well." Jake reported.

"...Thought as much. Reno and I took out three of the enemy each too. See if you can find the officer and question him. If he resists, take him out, but wait for one of us to help take care of him and keep an eye out on anymore of the enemies as well." Rude responded.

"Roger that." Jake replied, and the two Turks hung up. Well, better continue on with his job and hopefully once the threat was neutralized, he and his superiors can move on to find suitable candidates for SOLDIER and the Turks.

But an unfamiliar, somewhat icy and, given how many horror sci-fi movies he watched in his time, evil scientific voice spoke behind him, "And just where do you think you are going, running off from an enemy who is behind you?"

(~Thirteenth Discretion-KH: Re-Chain of Memories~)

Jake spun around and his eyes widened when out of strange black mist mixed with silver...sharp pointy things surrounding it was an unfamilar man with long blond hair, icy emerald eyes, wearing a black coat. Given his face and some wrinkles, he looked to be in his fifties or forties. The Turk couldn't tell. Either way, he felt chills down his spine and instantly decided he didn't like him already. Plus, that black coat...Jake's eyes narrowed.

"A young Turk with good skill to take out two men older than you. Didn't your mother teach you to respect your elders, boy?" The man, named Vexen, continued.

"She didn't mention respecting elders who attack other people to the point of just killing them." Jake responded. "You must be with those other guys my superiors and co-workers fought weeks back. Since I heard that they had black coats, just like you're wearing."

Vexen grinned, chuckling. "Very good, you're quite clever. But allow me to ask; just what exactly are the Turks?"

The rookie stiffened. He knew what they were, but that information was highly classified. They could only give out as little as possible, such as they worked for ShinRa and investigate mysteries. So he answered, "We take our job as top priority and solve cases. Kind of like detectives, per se. But the rest of it is classified info."

"That's not exactly what I had asked."

"Huh?"

"What do you really understand the meaning of the Turks? Have you not stopped and think of what you and your superiors and co-workers had done before? There's more to ShinRa than meets the eye, just as there is to Militas Ultra, and yet even Militas Ultra went by another name long ago. Two organizations were once one in different ways, and have returned but not quite the same." Vexen continued coldly with a grin.

Jake quirked an eye-brow, "Uhhhh...Could you say that again please? In non-gibberish this time?"

"A heart can only be created and developed once by the ones who created all life. Same with the soul and mind. But the body can be replicated even unanswered circumstances, or perhaps even split into two. Some say it's rebirth, while others claim otherwise. The reborn exist neither in light or darkness. Perhaps you should consider not only Militas Ultra, but also yourself, your fellow Turks and even your President "Nobodies" at the best conveys of the idea." Vexen explained again.

Still, Jake didn't get it. "You're bizzare. Everyone knows they're only born once."

Vexen smirked cruely. "Are you certain? I forehear that ShinRa has connections to it's original form 8,000 years ago. The Turks are no different."

(~End Thirteenth Discrection~)

The Turk gasped, which was the reaction the man wanted.

"Catching on now?" Vexen laughed. "Oh yes, you and your friends and superiors are also in between and secondly born. The same yet completely different to our originals. It appears we have much in common."

Realising that Vexen was only trying to toy with him with false ideas and was also preventing him from completing his job, Jake growled as he grunted, "Nice try in attempting to trick me, but I know who I am and who my superiors and everyone else are! Considering how messed you and your superiors and co-workers are, and whether you're with Militas Ultra or not, doesn't matter. That makes you the enemy too!"

(~The 13th Struggle-KH 2.5 ReMIX~)

The Turk then brought out his Nunchaku and stood in defence, continuing, "And unless you go quietly, I'll take you out!"

"Oh ho! So it's a fight you want." Vexen realised with a smirk, as though enjoying it. He then held out a hand and to Jake's shock, a blue large shield of a strange design with sharp spikes around it materialized and the man grasped it, declaring, "Very good-I shall take you on!"

He didn't leave any room for Jake as he launched himself forward to attack with his shield. Jake reacted at the last second to jump out of the way to about the attack, and attempted to hit him with his Nunchaku, but to his dismay the guy in the coat blocked it with the shield, causing a loud clang before the man whacked the Turk back, sending him flying and he hit the ground hard. Hissing while pushing himself up, Jake rolled out of the way when Vexen casted Blizzard. The Turk counter-attacked in casting Fire to block the attack, not intending in getting frozen. His eyes widened as a small blizzard of ice began to sweep towards him. Having no other choice, the rookie quickly got up and ran out of the way.

He casted Lightning, but Vexen blocked it with his shield, making Jake realise he has to somehow get behind the crazy man or he's in real big trouble. The Turk yelled out when the guy attacked him with his shield again, forcing Jake to jump and leap out of the way and unexpectedly slipped on...an ice puddle? This caused him to fall and realise that, despite Costa Del Sol never having snow, there was an ice spot on the ground. Where'd that come from? Struggling to stand up, Vexen then laughed while swishing his arm out and to Jake's shock, ice pillers began poking out from the ground and were heading towards the Turk. The young man ended up somersaulting to avoid both the ice spots and the spikes even though he wasn't that skilled in being flexible as much as Reno or St. Andrew.

When he came to realise that somersaulting was slowing him down, Jake stumbled to stand up and attempted to avoid the spikes while trying to reach Vexen, but each time he did, more blocked his way and stopped him from reaching the madman. It seemed to never end, before Jake had another idea. Despite how low his stamina must be getting by now, Jake casted another Fire spell at Vexen who blocked it with his shield, allowing the Turk to run and continue to avoid the spikes that seemed to be stopping. When the man in the coat lowered his shield, the Turk wasn't there and he frowned. What he didn't realise until it was too late that Jake had crouched down and quickly smacked and whacked him with his Nunchaku on the back repeatedly as fast as he could despite not having the same speed as Reno or St. Andrew either.

Vexen yelled out in pain, before turning his head angrily at the young man who quickly caused Lightning, electrocuding him to paralyze him which allowed Jake to use his weapon again and attempted to knock the shield away via spinning the Nunchaku. Unfortuantely, Vexen recovered and casted another Blizzard which caused the Turk to leap out of the way at the last second but felt some of the effects of the Spell, hissing at the bitter harsh cold that the Sun couldn't thaw out quickly. He then screamed when Vexen knocked him back again with his shield and the Turk felt the spikes of the damned weapon rip into his sleeves on his right arm and make a skin cut, causing it to bleed while being knocked backwards again, almost losing his weapons.

The madman cackled and prepared to finish him off, when Vexen was unexpectly hit from behind again even as Jake glared. A whip somehow caught the older man by the leg and tugged him so hard that he fell and crashed onto the ground. The Turk's eyes widened in surprise when he saw his apparent rescuer; a young woman, probably close to his age or even Rosalind's, with white hair that briefly went past her shoulders, deep blue eyes and wearing a tropical outfit held a whip in her hand.

"Thought the Turks could handle anything, but I guess this guy is an exception with a shield as ridiculous as that!" The girl commented. "Not to mention having magic that makes him an Ice King or something."

"Uh...okay?" Jake muttered, as Vexen stood up and turned to glare at the girl.

"How dare you interfere in a man's battle, young lady!? And have you no respect for your elders?" The older man grunted angrily.

The girl glared back, "Personally, cranky old man, you're the one who has no respect for anyone!"

Jake used this to his advantage and kicked at Vexen's back while also smacking him on the back of the head with his Nunchaku's, causing the madman off guard again and leaped out of the way which forced Vexen to focus on him again before chanting his Ice Spikes again, this time at both of them.

"Watch it! Those things hurt!" Jake warned the girl who shrieked as she was forced to run from the spikes, in a surprising speed which was impressive. Almost as fast as Reno's and St. Andrews. While Jake then ended up clashing against Vexen's shield again, the older man's focus was so onto the Turk that the girl ran up behind him and thrusted her whip which tied around the man's waist and even though she lacked physical strength, she still pulled hard which made Vexen yelp in surprise and nearly made him drop his shield.

This made Jake use this as his chance. He thrusted at the man's arms and knocked the shield away where it landed with a loud clang. Jake then thrusted his weapon hard several times against his chest and finally he and the girl who raced up kicked him squarely in the stomach and side, causing the man to be thrown back and crash into the side of the building. Jake and the girl moved to finish him off, but couldn't hit him when Vexen, despite having been flown into the wall, rematerialized his shield and blocked their weapons. They tried again but they were blocked again.

(~End The 13th Struggle~)

As the three of them struggled, Vexen grinned evilly at both of them, "I see. Another Turk who has the past not yet known. Quite a pair the both of you." he said, adding to mainly Jake this time. "Well worth the trouble of aggravating you. All this excitement has provided me with invaluable data."

"What?" Jake asked, before he and the girl were shoved back.

"Many thanks, little Turks." Vexen farewelled the two before vanishing into the same mist that Jake saw him appear in before the battle.

While the girl gasped in shock and disbelief, Jake yelled out to the man, "Wait!" but was too late as Vexen was gone. The Turk growled, "What's with that guy? And how in Odin's name can he appear and disappear like that? It's not...not normal!"

"So you don't know how that guy can do that like a ghost either?" The girl asked, incrediously.

Jake yelped, startled as he turned to the girl, before awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, admitting, "Well...sort of. Anyway, as much as it's kinda embarrassing, thanks for helping me out back there. If you hadn't distracted that guy, I would've been turned into a Turksicle."

(~Eternal Moments-KH:BBS~)

The girl giggled, mainly at the Turksicle part. "Well, it's not everyday I get to meet a real Turk, let alone save one."

"I guess you can say that I'm still just a rookie. Haven't been in the team for long." Jake replied, "I'm Jake. What's your name?"

"Arien." The girl, Arien, answered.

"Nice to meet you." Jake said, and the two shook hands. He then admitted, "I have to say, the way how you handled that whip and your speed were amazing. If you don't mind me asking, where did you learn that?"

Arien grinned, while hooking her whip behind her back while answering, "I've been practicing for a long time since I was little. Best way to defend myself, especially now after my dad passed away last year." and when she said the last part, she sighed, with hint of sadness in her voice.

Jake blinked, then muttered in sympathy, "I'm sorry about your father."

"It's okay. Besides, it's turning out okay. All things considered." The white-haired girl replied.

Even though it felt somewhat cruel to take her in, given her amazing skills, Arien was definitely Turk material. It was confusing on why the guy in the black coat called her a Turk when she wasn't one, but maybe he was on to something despite not being trusted. Plus, even though Jake still had a job to do in disposing the other Militas Ultra threat in Costa Del Sol, he also had a job to recruit candidates for SOLDIER and the Turks. It was the matter of asking Reno and Rude for permission and Arien's skills may make her a target for the enemy if they end up taking her in before she enters ShinRa.

"Say, um, I gotta ask. You've seen any more suspicious people around; like in uniforms around here?" Jake asked.

"Yeah. I noticed random guys since yesterday. Said something about looking for a 'retired Turk'. Met a guy who's a bit hit on girls in a villa house at the west side of the Beach who says they're wasting their time and that he'd rather not get involved." Arien answered.

"Okay, thanks." Jake nodded. He then paused and added, "Um, actually, I'm on two assignments today. While I'm ordered to handle the situation with the guys I'm looking for who's been causing trouble for weeks lately, I'm also ordered to find potiental candidates for SOLDIER and the Turks."

"And you're telling me because...?" Arien asked, a bit skeptically.

Jake grinned sheepishly and said, "If it's okay with you and if my superiors are okay with it, would you like to come with us and join the Turks?"

The girl's eyes widened, and to Jake's surprise, she began giggling madly, "Yes, of course I would! I've been meaning to send off my application after my birthday last month, but I've been kept busy with my part-time job. I've always wanted to join the Turks."

"G-great! So um, maybe you can meet me and the guys at the Eastern Docks, I'll see what I can do." Jake promised, feeling a bit giddy at the sudden acceptance.

"Great! What time should I meet you?" Arien asked, excitedly.

"Maybe around three or earlier or later." Jake replied.

"'Kay! See you then, Jake!" Arien winked, before running off with a wave.

Wow. He didn't think finding the first person to join the Turks would be that easy. To make it more easy, Arien actually wants to join the Turks. Well, that's one future co-worker on the way. Now it was the matter of handling the rest of the problem with Militas Ultra in Costa Del Sol and then find more candidates.

(~End Eternal Moments~)

April 7th [4:05 PM]-Year-1990.

Eastern Docks-Costa Del Sol.

(~Forgotten Tears-Dirge of Cerberus Final Fantasy VII~)

It had taken hours to take care of most of the Militas Ultra threat before they retreated, and then gather up as many suitable candidates for both SOLDIER and the Turks, Jake finally returned to Reno and Rude who'd been back for an hour now. It took some work to herd everyone along to the ship, but eventually she'd gotten them up the gangplank and put safely in the containment pen where all the SOLDIER candidates they'd gathered were waiting. Though there was one person was missing and now Jake was worried that Arien changed her mind or got mad with him for having arrived late and simply gave up. Or maybe Reno and Rude rejected her.

The sun was setting and Jake sighed. Looks like Arien wasn't joining the Turks after all.

"Good work, Jake." Rude spoke behind him, causing the Rookie to turn to face the taller man and Reno. "You've handled more Militas Ultra soldiers and brought more candidates for both SOLDIER and Turks than we expected.

"Not as many as us, but you know...you're just a rookie right now. I'm sure one day you'll catch up with us," Reno teased the younger man.

"Yeah...thanks." Jake said, disheartedly. His mind was too focused on Arien to even take notice on the words of his superiors. He never felt so disappointed and guilty in himself and didn't even feel like he did any good work at all.

His expression wasn't missed and both Reno and Rude frowned, becoming concerned for the rookie.

"What's wrong? Ya look like Santa just gave ya a stocking full of lumps of coal." Reno asked.

Sighing again, Jake turned to face the Costa again, and admitted, "I met a girl today. During the mission."

"Yeah? A sudden crush, then?" Reno inquired, smirking teasingly.

"No! It's nothing like that!" Jake denied, blushing. He then sighed, and explained, "I ended up fighting one of those guys in the black coats; a crazy guy with a ridiculous shield and could use ice magic without Materia."

Reno gasped in alarm while Rude's jaw dropped slightly in shock, while Jake continued, "I didn't have time to call you guys. He was about to finish me off when the girl, I later learned is named Arien, appeared and saved me. She was amazing; she was fast, and she could use a whip like nobody's business. We ended up teaming up against this guy before he disappeared. She's...the first person I thought of bringing into the Turks and when I asked if she'd like to join us, she said yes, since she planned on sending her application and had always wanted to join the Turks."

The younger Turk sighed before his shoulders drooped in defeat. "We were gonna met here before we left. I'm not sure now if that's gonna happen or if she changed or mind, or maybe she couldn't wait and just gave up."

Reno and Rude both shared a glance, never having seen Jake so down before. The fact that the first person he asked to join the Turks wasn't here must be hard on the rookie. The two senior Turks approached the younger man as the redhead placed a hand onto his shoulder.

"Maybe with any luck, she might show up in any second now." Reno tried to say optimistically. (~End Forgotten Tears~)

Despite that he wanted believe that Reno may be right, Jake had already felt his hopes plummet. Plus the ship would be leaving in an hour or two. There was no way she'd be able to arrive on time.

"Someone's approaching the cargo ship." Rude spoke up, causing the two younger men to look up.

(~Peaceful Hearts-KH:BBS~)

True to the taller man's word, a small skinny figure of a young woman came rushing towards the boat, with a back-pack and a small piece of paper in hand. The closer she got, though, the more Jake recongised her and his eyes widened in surprise and renewed hope.

"Arien!" Jake exclaimed, relieved, and without thinking, he dashed past the startled other Turks and raced down the gangplank and met the slightly exhausted but still very excited teenage girl. "I thought you'd never come."

"Sorry. Had to tell my boss that I was leaving, plus pack, plus get the last minute tickets, plus finish off my Passport which I forgot and that took forever. I've been so worried that I'd end up missing the boat." Arien apologised with a sheepish smile.

Jake smiled. "Well, I'm glad you came."

"See, told ya she'd show up at any second." Reno spoke up as he and Rude joined with the Rookie. The redhead then turned his gaze to the white-haired girl and, for some instinct reason, she looked very familiar. She was a small, skinny thing, but maybe her speed, as Jake had mentioned, may make up for the lack of strength. "So, you're the new candidate the rookie asked to join us?"

Even though Arien raised an eye-brow at Reno, both at his laid-back attitude and his sloppy appearence, something about him seemed familiar to her too. She mentally shrugged it off and replied, "Yeah. I'm Arien. If it's alright, I want to become a Turk."

Reno glanced at Rude who seemed a bit uncertain, but he gave the redhead a nod. Plus they needed more manpower-and womanpower-now more than ever. The shorter young man turned back to the girl and said with a casual shrug, "The more the merrier. Climb on board and we'll handle the rest with our boss."

"Yes, sir!" Arien saluted enthuastically.

"Energetic, this one." Reno commented with a smirk. He can already see why Jake was so keen in hiring this girl. Even though he hasn't seen her skills yet, the redhead was certain, she'd make a great Turk one day.

Once Arien followed the Turks onboard and she and Jake soon found themselves having a conversation on the other end of the deck, Rude commented in a whisper to Reno teasingly, "Energetic like you. I feel sorry for her having to put up with you, though."

"Hey! I'm a lot more unpredictable than that!" Reno pouted childishly, before laughing.

After Reno reported to Tseng via PHS on the mainly sucessful mission despite Militas Ultra still large in numbers around the world, the three Turks and the potiental candidates, including the very eager and determined Arien, were then sailing back towards Edge two hours later without any further incident.

(~End Peaceful Hearts~)

April 7th [?]-Year-1990.

Castle That Never Was-World That Never Was.

(~Organization XIII-KH2~)

In the huge white round room surrounded by different leveled high thrones, eight people in black coats, including the Superior with dark skin, dark red eyes, and silver hair, Xigbar, Xaldin, Vexen, Lexeaus, and three others, one looking like a young boy, and two others looking like teenagers, all having their hoods up as a meeting was held.

"...So the Turks still do not know of what is happening in their own world, yet Militas Ultra seem quite content into taking over, while seeming aware of their past." The Superior spoke, after having heard Vexen's report.

"Quite indeed, Lord Xemnas." Vexen nodded to confirm. "What's more, they have reunited with another Turk who is about to retake her position among their ranks. Yet, I'm still quite inclined to learn more of the power of rebirth and why they were chosen as potential candidates."

Xigbar scoffed, "You think they were reborn randomly? As if! Someone had to have done that for a reason. I'm not an expect on this rebirth stuff, and I definitely don't have a clue about Militas Ultra either, but man those guys are completely clueless."

"I can only think of one thing, but it is yet to be confirmed." Xemnas, the Superior, pointed out. "They are all bound to not only the physic laws of Time, but they are quite possibly connected to one little girl who like them, has yet to learn of her past. She may or may not be the right one, it's far too early as her eighth birthday is in three months from now."

"Those 'Turks' are connected to an eight year old kid?" One of the teenage hooded members, sounding cocky and cynical, asked, sounding very confused. "If you don't mind me asking, Superior, but is she one of the Princesses of Heart?"

"She is a Princess, but not one of the Seven Princesses. Yet her hearts shines in pure light, possibly the same or even stronger than theirs. Her power has not yet awakened and it is far too early for her to begin her journey. She doesn't even know she is indeed a true Princess." Xemnas answered.

"Was she reborn too?" The youngest member carefully inquired.

"Whether she is the right one or not, I do not know." Xemnas replied.

"You really should keep quiet when the adults are talking, boys." Vexen warned both the youngest member and the teenage member.

The teenage member that spoke scoffed, "Oh, c'mon. It's not like anyone's gonna care about age around here. We're Nobodies; we don't even have actual birthdays like humans do. Got it memorized?"

"You're the eighth member! Respect your elders and your superiors!" Vexen grunted, glaring.

"Let it go, Vexen." Lexeaus told him sternly with finality in his voice. That thankfully made Vexen shut up, though the blond-haired man still glared at the eighth member of the Organization.

After a long silence, Xemnas spoke once more, "We will continue business as usual. Defeat Heartless, find more potential members to complete Organization XIII, one of them to be a wielder of the Keyblade, and one day soon, we will begin to build our Kingdom Hearts, and once that is completed, we will all have hearts of our own once more; become whole just as we all want."

He then continued, "However, we will continue to monitor the Turks and Rufus ShinRa in silence. We cannot afford to lose our members to them or Militas Ultra."

The rest of the members nodded their understanding, yet the two teenage members of the Organization shared a secret glance with narrowed eyes, careful that the Superior did not notice.

Their own agenda could take a while themselves. (~End Organization XIII~)

April 7th [7:31 PM]-Year-1990.

Militas Ultra HQ-Southern Parts of Midgar Ruins.

(~Steel Arm-Final Fantasy Type 0~)

The head boards of Militas Ultra were having an important meeting and were seated at the round table in their conference room which had dark gray walls, red carpet and a large wooden table. The news they had was both good and bad.

"...So the Turks have disposed our numbers in Costa Del Sol." Basher thought deeply, frowning.

"What's more, they found candidates for both SOLDIER and their own; another whom may also be from their past." Aulstyne added, his own frown deeper than his Second in Command's. He then turned to the surviving Officer and inquired, "What of the Hacking in the Train Station?"

The officer looked nervous, "W-we have secretly taken in an expert on the hacking, Sir. But the Turks have stopped the distruption of the Train. It's like they suspected it."

"Suspecting and thinking is what they're always skilled at. The Turks are becoming more of a problem than expected. Unless we stop them, they will be a danger to our goals should they learn of their origins." Basher pointed out.

Aulstyne clutched his fist which shook slightly. "Despite the death of the President, it seems we need to figure out to get to his son, Rufus ShinRa." He turned to everyone in the room and commanded, "Continue to see what you can do to distrupt the Company's system and in the meantime, should you encounter the Turks, eliminate them, and all who end up helping them."

"Sir!" The rest of Militas Ultra saluted.

"Everyone else can have the rest of the Turks." Basher grunted, causing his superior to gaze questionly at him as his lieutentant continued, his brows narrowing angrily, "But their Second in Command, Tseng, is mine."

Realising that Basher intends in killing Tseng of the Turks, Aulstyne leaned back slightly in his seat as he proclaimed with a cruel smirk, "You can have him. I want the blood of Director Veld in my hands."

This made Basher smirk. "This will be interesting; the leader of the Turks and his Second in Command against the leader of Militas Ultra and his Second in Command." He then questioned, "What of Reno and the rest of them?"

"They will die by the hands of the rest of our Organization. Reno is no different, in spite of what his heart once held."

(~End Steel Arm~)

The numbers of Militas Ultra has dimmed in Costa Del Sol, and the Turks have succeeded in aqquiring potential candidates of both their organization and SOLDIER. Yet only a few entered SOLDIER and five entered the Turks.

This included the eager teenager named Arien whom is strangely familiar to the team. Despite her youth and lack of strength, Veld and Tseng agreed to accept her and she underwent training, and passed with flying colours a few months later.

Yet, no one knew of the mysterious men of the Black Coats' whereabouts, and the War against Militas Ultra continued on.

Two years later, while things haven't been eventual during that time as ShinRa Company had other assignments and life seemed to went on to normal depsite Rufus being the new President, Militas Ultra would soon strike again.

While Organization XIII watched on in silence without making another contact with the world.

A/N: The next chapter will be set two years later. No idea on how that will turn out and I'd like to begin Episode Reno for this story, but I'm trying to keep it in delay to focus on the main story as long as possible.

Arien is an OC character who will also appear in "Sailor Moon: Calling" which I'm also still working on and I have to rename the other BC Turks since I couldn't remember their actual names; Alana(Knives-Female), Patrick(Knives-Male) and Jake(Nunchaku-Male) are the examples.

See you in the next chapter!