Author's note: HAPPY NEW YEAR 2019! 2018 has come and gone and we begin a new year with many more unexpected things to happen!
To start off, here's another new chapter!
I don't own Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy Type-0, Sailor Moon or Pokemon. I do own Arien, though.
Special Episode 3: Episode Legend and Cissnei-P1.
For the past months and two years had been a struggle for the Turks...
Since Veld's departure, Militas Ultra made threats to each and everyone of the remaining members. But for those who had no living family left, they remained. Soon in the next year, only Tseng, Rude, Reno, Legend and Cissnei were left.
Veld and Highground had vanished as well.
During a mission towards the Gold Saucer Remains, Reno, Legend and Cissnei's helicopter was shot down and had become separated.
This is the mission that would end in Legend's ultimate sacrifice.
One year later...During the events of "The God, the King and the Hero-Wanna-Be"...
May 4th [2:12 PM]-Year-1995.
Corel Region.
They hadn't seen it coming. One minute three of the five remaining Turks, being forced to be more careful now, were on their way to investigate a sudden appearance of a person that was spotted here the abandoned theme park of Gold Saucer which was planned to be rebuilt. The very next halfway on their journey, something hit him on the tail end of the helicopter that resulted in Legend, Cissnei and Reno to jump onto the ground 30 feet up and hoped for the best while the vessel crashed and exploded.
While they sustained minor injuries and a rough landing, the helicopter had crashed not too far from them and the impact of the explosion knocked them off the ground for a moment before they hit it again even harder, knocking the wind out of their lungs.
Legend was the only one conscious, but just barely. Panting and feeling like he'd been hit by his own explosives, the ragged Turk only managed to catch a glimpse of Cissnei who layed on the ground, unconscious or, Odin forbid, dead. He seriously hoped it was the former. She was so young, far too young to die. Turk or not. He'd known that she was an Orphan, and that made him have a bit of a soft spot on the kid. Not just Cissnei, but a couple of other Turks too.
Reno, Arien...both orphans themselves, but far damn a couple of the luckiest. Neither had lost their parents for that long before being recuited into the Turks, or in Arien's case, she'd been in the care of friendly people in Costa Del Sol. Cissnei grew up in the Orphanage, and raised by the Company to the point where she was made a member of the Turks when she'd only been twelve. She was a clever and very skilled young woman. She hardly knew about her parents, but she didn't let that loneiness get to her. In fact, Cissnei held a motherly nature in her and cared for the rest of the team.
As for Legend himself...he'd been a bit unlucky, but it was thanks to his skills he managed to make a living of himself, becoming an explosives expert and one of the most feared men in the world, earning himself the nickname 'The Grim Reaper of the Battlefield'. He'd lost his parents when he'd been a very young boy. Far younger than when Reno did since the redhead had been fifteen when his parents died. Legend made a promise himself since then, he would not let such tragedy like what happened to him happen again. He abandoned his birth name after that.
Struggling to stay awake, and unable to move to see if Reno was close by and alive, Legend weakly reached out for the female Turk. But the last of his strength left him, as his hand went limp and his world went black.
'Cissnei...'
May 4th [4:08 PM]-Year-1995.
(~Find your Way-Dissidia 012~)
She didn't know how long she'd been knocked out. But as Cissnei began to awaken, her head throbbed and her body ached from the hard landings. Disorientated at first, the female Turk slowly opened her eyes and found that she was where she had landed on the dirt ground. Pushing herself up painfully, Cissnei made sure she wouldn't lose her balance and fall over again. Once standing up shakily, the young woman looked around as the sun was setting from the mountains close by in the surrounding Corel Desert.
As she did, she saw the wreckage of the shot down chopper, with flames exthinguishing themselves by now. But, to her great worry, there were no signs of her co workers.
"Reno? Legend?" She called out, and when she recieved no answer, she tried again, louder this time. The only sound she heard was her own voice echoing through out the desert. Realizing that she had been separated from them, Cissnei gazed down and quickly caught sight of something while she was unconscious.
Foot prints, of heavy boots no doubt. Along with tyre tracks as well. Coming and going. They were still fresh and thankfully the winds were far too gentle to be much of a problem for now. The young woman studied them and her eyes scanned on where the tracks were leading from and to. Unlike it was before years ago, the Deserts had lost most of it's sand and dimmed to reveal a thinner dirt ground, but it was still uncomfortably warm.
Realizing that one of her comrades or both had been kidnapped, yet that she was left here to die most likely, Cissnei pulled out her PHS to see if she can get in contact with anyone. To her dismay as she checked the signal bar...there was none. Made sense given she was in the middle of nowhere.
"Looks like I'll have to walk and rescue them." Cissnei thought to herself, gazing at the tracks leading to somewhere. 'Reno, Legend...please be alright.'
With that in mind, she set forth to find her missing/kidnapped fellow Turks.
May 4th [5:17 PM]-Year-1995.
Gold Saucer Wasteland.
Fighting random monsters that appeared in the area with her Rekka, Cissnei eventually found herself locating the very ruins of Gold Saucer, now known as the Gold Saucer Wasteland which looked a bit more like a prison now. Cage bars had been added over time it seemed, and, as she peered from the hill, it was occupied with quite a few armed men who surprisingly were not Militas Ultra, nor Highground. They looked more like...thugs that gotten lost and were now using this place as their base.
Either way, she would have to be careful in not getting the men's attention. Gazing her eyes at for a possible back entrance, Cissnei spotted a back door close by that would lead her inside of the abandoned theme park.
'If I do this right, I might be able to infiltrate the base.' She thought to herself. She had to plan it carefully, though. Otherwise she would end up caught, if not killed. She just hoped that her allies were still alive. What would thugs want with the Turks?
Lowering herself into a crouch, she silently made her way down the hill, hiding behind the rocks and sand dunes, checking each time to make sure she hasn't been seen by the two guards standing at the front entrance. All they had though were a hand gun each, and they looked bored and tired. In fact, they looked like they were about to fall asleep at any second, but she wasn't going to take her chances. Hide and sneak, that was the first part of her sudden rescue mission.
Eventually, after a couple of close calls, Cissnei finally reached the corner where the back door was well out of sight of the two guards. Reaching into her pockets as she wondered why the thugs didn't even bother to steal her personal items, she found her lockpick before silently making work in pick-locking the door. Finally after a few minutes work, the door surrendered, and the young woman entered inside quietly, before sneaking her way down the halls that would lead to the inside of the huge abandoned park. (~End Find your Way~)
May 4th [5:19 PM]-Year-1995.
Wasteland Prison.
"What would the Grim Reaper be doing with the Turks?" An unfamiliar voice spoke as Legend began to awaken from his unconsciousness.
'Huh?...Who the hell is that?' The Turk thought, beginning to awaken. He was sore and stiff, and, as his world began to return to him, he realized he was in a slumped sitting position. The ground felt cold and apparently made of metal. Another dazed thought occured to him. How did whoever it was that was speaking know who he used to be?
"Who cares?" Another scoffed. "We can make a bundle with all of the ShinRa crap he's got, and with him on our side with those explosives we can make a profit and tons of gil in a matter of a year!"
Well, that explained something at least. Not long after he passed out, he'd been kidnapped against his will. Though as he opened his eyes which he still had his sunglasses on, another thought came to him and he began to worry. What happened to Cissnei? Was she taken somewhere else? Was she killed? What about Reno? Where was that red haired kid?
"Hey, the dude's waking up!" The first voice cried out, and from the sounds of it, he was terrified. Figures. Legend blinked his eyes open and groaned, looking up to see two looking lousy thugs with a bit of a heavy build, but nothing he couldn't handle...if he had his bombs, of course. But that didn't mean he wasn't capable with hand to hand combat.
"W-what?" The second man stuttered, shocked.
Now fully awake, Legend smirked. "Talkin' about me, eh? I'm torn between being flattered and a teeny bit annoyed."
"H-how long were you awake?" The second thug questioned, trying to hide his fear, but was failing miserbly. Sheesh, these guys might have caught him off guard, but talk about a bunch of whimps.
The orange-haired Turk stood up slowly, wincing at his sore muscles and knew that if he didn't move he'd be feeling even worse given the crash landing her endured earlier. He approached the bars which had the two men stand on guard. "Ah, relax. Not much I can do while I'm stuck in here, but I got a question to ask; What'd you do to my fellow Turks?"
"Oh, you mean the little girl? We left her to rot in the desert. Pretty sure the monsters are havin' her for lunch by now." The first thug shrugged, relaxing a little and had said casually.
Legend's stomach dropped as his smirk twisted into that of a horrified but angry frown. They left Cissnei to die? Alone? Even though she was capable of taking care of herself, he couldn't help but fear that by the time she woke up, she was already being attacked and very likely killed by the locals of Corel Desert.
"And the redhead?" The Turk questioned.
"What redhead? There were only two of you guys." The second man asked, dumbfounded, adding with a bit a smirk, "Besides, who cares? You're the Grim Reaper of the Battlefield. Why waste your skills on the Turks when the boss can provide you a better position here?"
So Reno was absent...or, the worse case scenario...dead. Legend clutched his fists angrily. If these punks think he can just ditch the Turks and join them after leaving two of his comrades, both being orphans, for the dead, they had another thing coming.
(~Trigger-FINAL FANTASY XV: EPISODE PROMPTO~)
"...How 'bout..." He began, before growling and grabbing the two men by the shirts which they cried out in surprise by the sudden speed. He then pulled them back so hard that he purposely bashed their faces into the metal rusted bars of his prison which cracked their noses and hit their foreheads to the point that they were immediately out cold. Legend yanked the keys which were dangling on the belt of one of them and dropped the men who hit the ground, out cold.
"Put a cork in it, boys." Legend finished, making work in unlocking the lock of his prison. Now freed as it opened, the Turk pushed it open and, for good measure, shoved both unconscious men inside and then slammed the door shut, locking them in and keeping the keys for himself. But not before snatching their rifles and while they weren't his favorite weapons, they would have to make do if he wanted to find out where his own were and then find a way out of here.
As he made his way towards down the hallway, he heard yelling from around the corner and shadows approaching. Legend smirked. This suited him just fine. The moment three more thugs arounded the corner, they froze as the saw the Turk standing there with not one but two rifles in his hands and that he somehow managed to escape.
"Hello, boys." Legend chuckled, pulling the triggers of his temporary weapons and shot two dead single handedly as they both gasped in shock for a second before hitting the floor. The third looked horrified and then furious. The Thug yelled as he lunged to fire back, but the Turk was faster and ducked just in time before rolling over towards him and kicked the man to the ground. His opponent hit hard in a grunt before he fiddled with one of the rifles and shot the thug cleanly through the head to finish him off.
"Say it, don't spray it." Legend smirked, plucking and sheathing the third rifle and the ammo castings for good measure. It never hurt to have some back up. The Turk raced around the corner where more men were coming at him and he smirked. There were also crates for him to hide behind, but he wasn't worried. In fact, this was different kind of rhythm for him, but he really missed his bombs. Ducking behind one to avoid the rapid fire, Legend waited until he emerged and shot dead to others before moving quickly and hid behind another, repeating the process as more of the enemy thugs drop dead before they can even think of the next stragedy of the attack.
Moving along for a way out, Legend eventually found himself barging outside of a small made up basement and up into the main part of what he realized was the Gold Saucer Wasteland. Everyone looked worse than he thought, but hey, it wasn't his problem. His top priority at the moment was locating his weapons, find whoever appeared out of nowhere to finish up his assignment, maybe see if Cissnei and Reno are still alive and then head back home. At he hoped it was that simple.
"The Turk has escaped! Get 'im!" Another unfamiliar voice shouted from his left and he calmly turned to see more men approach, only two having rifles and the rest being fist fighters, given the lack of weapons.
"Heh. This is too easy." Legend grinned, dodge-rolling out of the way before he ended up shot himself, before firing back and easily taking out the two gunmen first who screamed and then fell dead. The Turk then kicked at the legs of another before standing up and punched and whacked the rest of the other six with the rifles, knocking them out cold as he went before running to move on with his mission.
Meanwhile, Cissnei was still sneaking into the place and locate one of her missing comrades when she heard shouting close by. Hiding around the corner, she saw that five thugs were about to rush over as they and soon she heard gun fire, which meant that a frenzy was happening at the moment.
"The Turk managed to escape! We have to take him out!" One of them was shouting.
"But...he's the Grim Reaper! If he managed to escape, we're no match for him!" The second protested in quivering fear.
'Grim Reaper...that means Legend is here. I guess he managed to break himself out. Such as for him to make a ruckus.' Cissnei thought to herself, feeling a little less worried now. Though that would mean he was fighting without his bombs, so he must've knocked out the guards or something. She would have to ask him when she meets up with him.
"Well, at least one of us has to keep guard on the Turk's bombs and other stuff in here." The third pointed out, gesturing at the door behind him and his other four comrades.
So Legend's weapons and personal items were in that room? Cissnei supposed she can do something to retrieve them and give them back to Legend when she sees her fellow Turk. With that in mind, she carefully crept closer until she emerged and expertly tossed her Rekka right at the men who heard the whooshing sound and turned too late just as it sliced at their chests and throats as they gasped in shock and quick pain before falling onto the ground, dead. As Cissnei caught her weapon when it returned to her, she hurried to check the men's pockets until she found what she was looking for.
Fishing out the keys, she made quick work into unlocking the door which, if she remebered correctly, was once an office of the Battle Dome which all of the walls of the area had been ruined during a monster attack two years after Midgar had been destroyed. It had gotten worse when the War 2,998 years later broke out. Once it made the promised opening sound, Cissnei stepped inside and saw that the office was just like an interrogation room with a single broken desk, a couple of crates and, as she had hoped, Legend's bombs, PHS, wallet with all of his cards including his ID card and hand cuffs and keys.
It'll be a bit awkward to carry all of it, though. But Cissnei had no other choice.
Legend really wished he had his bombs right now. Re-clipping the rifles was time consuming and even though he made a head count that there weren't as many of the greedy thugs than there were with the endless horde of Militas Utlra soldiers, it was still a pain in the butt.
Plus this place was huge. It was easy to get lost if you didn't know your way around in this dump. On other hand, at least the more he followed the men around before killing them, the more Legend found that he was nearing the exit, and with the mumbles of 'If he makes it to the next section, he'll end up getting his weapons back!' he was on the right track in getting his stuff back.
"T-the Turk!" Another Thug exclaimed as he and three more men arrived from the wreckage of the Battle Dome. Legend rolled his eyes and like the other opponents despite not having any Materia or potions to heal himself, he wasn't backing down that easily. So as he dodged their attacks, he finished them off in what seemed like a matter of seconds.
"Come on and take it like men!" Legend scoffed even though they were already long gone before they can hear him say that. "Sheesh, these lousy crooks are such babies, the lotta 'em."
(~End Trigger~)
But as he was about to move on closer to his destination, Legend felt a painful jolt in his mind like a Lightning Spell hitting him, only in his brain. Grunting as he unconsciously dropped his weapons, the Turk grabbed hold of his head with both hands and shut his eyes tightly as ringing was heard in his ears and his vision going all blurry and fuzzy, that he was only vaguely aware of someone in black and brown approach him with a white ball or something.
'Ugh! Wh-what the hell? What's with the inner...electric socket?' Legend grunted. The next thing he knew, he was seeing...something extremely more familiar, almost as clear as day ever since before rejoining the Turks.
(~AZ's Theme-POKEMON X AND Y~)
Legend saw himself, looking a bit scorched, but still alive, but looking all solem and...tearful and upset. All around him were dead bodies of...his comrades and...an eight year old girl not too far from here whom he'd taken a liking to and wanting to care her to a place where she would've been adopted by loving parents. Now...now she was gone. He never felt so devastated in his life before. In the one hand he held his remote bomb. In the other...was the her single red shoe.
Hearing a gasp and grunt behind him, Legend turned to see...what the real Legend saw was Veld who, having just arrived to see what happened, looked a bit terrified of seeing him. The Turk Leader then narrowed his eyes and stood in a defense stand, taking out a gun to fight. Legend just stood there. He felt no need to fight. The fact that he and his boys were betrayed, and an innocent cute kid who had no family was gone.
So, he just dropped the weapon and stood there, awaiting his fate. Veld blinked when he saw this happen, confused.
"There's no reason to cry for a man who has no family…Because even if he were to die today, no one would mourn him." The Grim Reaper muttered, his voice betraying him and full of tears noticable.
Apparently he was spared, because Legend then saw himself in Turk uniform, with Veld and Tseng who at first made to attack him, but was told to stand down and that the Grim Reaper would be working for them. Then the orange-haired man was in a warehouse, setting his bombs everywhere while taking out the enemy which suited his rhythm before being approached by a familiar former team mate while on a mission to rescue an Arms Dealer of ShinRa.
However, the hostage is none other than the man who betrayed him and his boys years before despite changing his face and name, but his voice remained the same. Remembering his secret vow to kill the traitor when he had the chance and despite that he would be punished for his actions, Legend decided he didn't care what happened to him, as long as the old geezer payed for his betrayal. So Legend, having planted his bombs in the warehouse, left the man to die which resulted him to be put under house arrest in Costa Del Sol as punishment for leaving the man to die, but at the same time, reward for saving ShinRa's secrets.
Sometime later, Tseng had arrived under Veld's request for Legend to rejoin the Turks, but he declined, saying that he had no place within the Turks and that he wanted to stay in Costa Del Sol. Yet sometime later after that, Legend had learned that a group called AVALANCHE was attacking Junon, Veld out of commission with some guy named Heidegger taking his place which is causing more harm than good. Realizing that things were getting pretty bad, Legend decided to rejoin and solved the problem, before becoming a full-time Turk...
Then other images that went from the Turks getting into trouble to...a more cleaner Midgar being on the urge of destruction by Meteor and all of them evacuating Midgar, and a lot of things after that...including Legend's current memories.
From his childhood to a situation much, much similar to that of what he just saw; meeting Veld who requested him to join, killing a traitor who turned out to be a guy who murdered innocent people all around him, being put under House Arrest in Kalm until he was called in Edge a year ago where he took out several of Militas Ultra men.
Then the memory of a couple of days after the attack.
"Excellent work, everyone." Veld spoke while in bed as all of the Turks, with the exception of Rosalind who was recovering still, assembled in his resting room. "I'm glad that you all made it out. Until I return to work, I'll be counting on you."
"Yes, sir." Tseng nodded.
"One more thing, I requested an aid while things had gotten out of hand in Edge." The Turk Leader said, his eyes gazing at the door behind all of his Turks. "You may come in now."
When Tseng, Reno, Rude, Cissnei and everyone else turned around, the Wutaiian's eyes widened as he instantly recognized the orange-haired man who strolled in casually.
"This is him. I asked him since my hands were tied in going to save Rosalind." Veld explained. "Especially when things started to look grim."
"Good to see y'all doin' fine, ol' man." Legend greeted Veld with a smirk, before adding a bit sheepishly, "Well, 'cept for the losin' your right arm part. That really sucks."
"It could have been a lot worse." Veld shook his head, even though it was still painful for the permament loss of his said right arm. "Yet it seems it wasn't our time to die after all."
Legend chuckled, turning to Tseng and said, "Yeah… You wouldn't die so easily, now wouldya, Tseng?"
Tseng looked a bit uncomfortable by the comment, before replying with a small smile, "You are far too kind."
Reno and Rude both looked quite shocked as they shared a glance, while Legend just smirked.
Finally, a week afterwards, Legend was speaking to Reno and making him promise to take good care of Cissnei and Arien after learning that the three of them, like him, were orphans.
(~End AZ's Theme~)
"Legend! Are you alright?"
Blinking as the pain dulled, Legend blinked before looking up and saw that Cissnei was kneeling down beside him in concern.
"Cissnei?" Legend asked, surprised to see that she was still alive. He returned his thoughts to what he'd just seen for a brief moment and at first thought it was strange to see images that were weird and then his own memories, until he realized the meaning of Militas Ultra's words, in some weird kind of sense. 'I see. So that's how it is. How the rebirth thing works though is beyond me.'
He looked up at the younger Turk and chuckled in relief, "Glad to see you're still alive. I 'eard that you were dead."
"It'll take more than random monsters to defeat me." Cissnei giggled. "I was just surprised I was left behind with all of my items and weapons. So I came to find you and Reno, and brought your weapons and everything from the abandoned office." She shown him the large bag she put everything carefully in which Legend peered through.
"Heh, these losers are nothin' compared to Militas Ultra. Thanks, Ciss'." Legend smirked, standing up along with the female Turk, relieved that she was safe and sound while replacing everything stolen from him back where they belonged. "You seen Red yet?"
"No. I was on my own when I woke up." Cissnei replied, concerned. "I don't know where he is."
'Huh. So he's out there somewhere. You'd better be alive, Red. I don't want ya to die 'fore me.' The older Turk thought to himself. He then shrugged and suggested, "Well, we ain't gonna find him if we just stand around with the thugs around. Let's get outta here."
Cissnei nodded in agreement, before the two Turks hurried away to where she came from before deciding to leave in style.
May 4th [6:12 PM]-Year-1995.
Corel Region.
Reno had been searching for both his missing fellow Turks and the mysterious person for hours now. He'd managed to commondeered a run down but still usable buggy to make travel around the Corel Desert far easier. There'd been some thug punks around the area, so he took them out and avoided the monsters as he went. He was worried about Cissnei and Legend, but he had to believe that they were alright. There were no where near the crash site and he lost track of the tracks which blew away when the winds picked up.
'Where are you guys?' Reno thought to himself. With so many Turks resigned, and even Katherine, Josh and few others missing in action before last year, they were short on man power. The redhead just hoped they wouldn't be losing anymore.
It wasn't until he caught sight of something up ahead on a hill nearby the old mining town of Corel. On the side of the hill was...a small cave of sorts, with a glow of red and orange and a small hint of smoke coming from it. Could it be his friends? Or someone just making camp? Or perhaps...the person they were looking for. Well, only one way to find out. He drove a bit closer until he pulled to a stop at the bottom on the path that was walkable, but far too narrow for the car.
The redhead Second in Command got out and began to carefully make his way towards the campsite, his hand secretly going for his EMR. It never hurt to be careful. But as he reached it and slowed his pace to make sure, there sat a, shockingly, familiar young man with black hair that went down to his shoulders, dressed in a black shirt and jeans and boots, waering a cape around him, sitting on the ground in front of the campfire he'd made.
He'd seen him before. At least a photo of him, as a flashback came into Reno's mind.
"I wish Machina was here...he protected me as much as I can remember but...he disappeared a month ago."
"What happened to him? If you don't mind me asking." Rosalind said. Apparently this 'Machina' person disappeared before Militas Ultra's sudden attack and she suddenly had a feeling that along the way somewhere, he'd been attacked and/or captured.
"Strange men...in black coats took him...in a strange black hole." Rem answered, breathing slowly to calm her nerves, even though tears were starting to become visible in her eyes. "I never saw him again."
(~Machina and Rem-FINAL FANTASY TYPE 0~)
'Machina?' Reno thought, shocked and surprised. What was Rem's boyfriend doing here all this time? Was the kid the one who suddenly appeared all of the sudden? How did he escape from those weirdos in the black coats?
Well, at least this is one less worry out of the way now that he'd found the kid. Rem would be very relieved to see Machina again. Reno sighed, lowering his hand before stepping inside, speaking to get the guy's attention, "Uh, hey."
Startled from his thoughts, Machina glanced up and seeing the Turk made him frown suspiciously. "Who are you?" He demanded.
"Whoa, easy there, kiddo. I'm not here to give ya' trouble or anything." Reno held up his hands in surrender. "Name's Reno, Second in Command of the Turks. Are you...Machina by any chance?"
"So what if I am? What do the Turks want with me?" The younger man hissed darkly.
'Those morons the coat must've made him hostile to other Organizations. Can't blame the kid.' Reno thought to himself, before answering aloud, "To find you and take you back home to New Banora. I'm under orders to find someone who suddenly appeared outta nowhere around here. Actually, we've been lookin' for you for five years. Your friend Rem was worried about ya'."
"Rem?" Machina gasped at the name, standing up immediately. "Where is she? Is she alright?"
"She's okay at home. Ya' know, where you guys live. Don't worry. Said that you were kidnapped by the weird guys in the black coats." Reno explained, and the younger man looked a bit relieved, before the redhead asked, "Which reminds me. How did you manage to get away from them? Given how they can teleport without Materia and other stuff, they can't be human."
Machina looked a bit uncomfortable at first, before answering. "They're not. They...don't have any hearts. I don't understand how it's possible, but...they say they are a group of Nobodies; beings without hearts. They wanted to turn me into a Heartless and create my own Nobody."
"A Heartless? I thought they were a completely different thing, given that fat guy Pete mentioned three years ago." Reno asked in disbelief, "And...whaddya mean by those guys having no hearts?"
"Like I said, I don't understand it. But I heard that when a person is turned into a Heartless, a Nobody is created. Most looking like white monsters, and others...those who had such strong Hearts would be able to take form of people and speak like people." Machina explained, which had Reno gasp in shock. "They tried for years, until recently they just gave up and sent me into a dark world with no escape."
Reno felt dizzy with this new information. "Not sure if I believe all that. How'd you get here from this 'dark world'?"
"I think this piece of Materia helped me." Machina answered, digging into his pockets and pulled out what looked like a broken shard of a Materia, one that looked...extremely familiar to Reno. "It was glowing in light, and then it...opened up a door of Light. I jumped in to follow it, and then I...found myself here for the last couple of days. I've been here since then...with...unbearable but strong memories."
"Let me guess. Militas Ultra got to you too, huh?" Reno groaned. Of course Militas Ultra had to go up against people in Banora.
"Militas Ultra?"
"Yeah. The guys who attacked Banora five years ago and had been causin' problems since eleven years ago to my old boss before he resigned last year to help his kid. They've been ranting on about a lot stuff and hurtin' many innocent people. But mainly to get to ShinRa and the Turks for some reason. And...we've been having weird things happen in our heads too." Reno explained.
He then sighed and looked out into the open once more, admitting, "Actually, I came here with two co-workers, but we got attacked in our chopper, crash landed and I got no idea where they are right now."
(~End Machina and Rem~)
But as he said that, Reno caught glimpse of something down below. At first it was hard to make it out, but as the figure or something was getting closer, he could see the tail sign of...two people on some kind of motor sand bike heading towards where he and Machina were. Both of them waving as though trying to get his attention, and then his eyes widened as he realized who they were.
"Reno! Over here!" Cissnei was calling as she was holding onto Legend with one arm while waving with her other. Legend was grinning like a lunatic as he drove the vehicle.
"Cissnei! Legend!" Reno called back, telling Machine to wait in the cave before racing down to meet up with his fellow Turks. The redhead reached them by the time they stopped and hopped off the sand mobile, and the first thing he did was scoop up Cissnei and hugging her while spinning and then set her back down but still held her in his embrace in relief.
"Reno, I'm fine." Cissnei giggled, but she did allow herself to hug the redhead back, just as relieved as her friend was. While she did find him childish and not afraid to speak on what he thought even though he'd always been careful, she also found him to be sweet, kind, occasionally funny and sometimes charming.
"Glad to see ya', Red." Legend chuckled as he approached, playfully ruffling Reno's hair.
"Same here, Legend. Where'd you both been?" Reno replied as he gazed at the older man while he and Cissnei released each other.
Legend just shrugged, "Ah, ya' know. Some punk thugs raided me, took me to their base, I escape and knock them into hell, Cissnei finds me and my things and we stole the handy mobile here and drove off in style."
The Second in Command chuckled, "Definitely your style."
"What can I say? I've got rhythm." Legend grinned.
Reno and Cissnei both smiled, before the former quickly remembered that they weren't alone and turned to where Machina was waiting and said, "Well, all things considered, mission accomplished. I found the kid who appeared outta nowhere and, well...what he said is a very strange story."
Cissnei and Legend both shared a glance before gazing up at where Machina was waiting and watching.
"In the meantime though, we should make camp for the night. It's too dark to go anywhere else and too risky to even try." Reno added.
"Sounds like a plan to me." Legend shrugged while Cissnei nodded in agreement.
The Turks then went up to rejoin Machina who agreed, with some reluctance, that it was best to make camp for the night. Yet neither of them knew that things were only about to get worse.
TO BE CONTINUED IN EPISODE LEGEND AND CISSNEI-P2.
A/N: I had to break this Special Episode up into two parts after realizing how long it was going to be. Hopefully I'll be able to put up part 2 tomorrow. If not then sorry for the wait.
See you in the next chapter.