A L'cie's Life
Critique welcomed. Yes, I am still alive.
All the liquor in Cocoon could not help Amelia with what she was looking at- the entrance into the Bohdum Vestige. She was scared beyond belief, but her face was unreadable. Just as soon as this was over, she would curl up in a corner and die. That's what she planned on doing, if whatever was in there didn't kill her first. The team headed inside, and Amelia took in the sight. On the outside, it didn't look like much, but inside it was like an ancient temple. Then again, this was only logical. The Bohdum Vestige had been around since the end of the War of Transgression, and nobody had been in it since. Strangely, Amelia grew curious- her inner historian was showing. Who exactly had been in here? The l'cie, most likely, but if she ever had the chance to go to Hell on earth, she'd ask what having a living Pulse fal'cie was like.
"To think, this had been here for centuries... amazing..." Sazh gave her his most disturbed look.
"This thing is why we've had bullets flying at us left and right, and you say that this is amazing? Are you crazy?"
"No, but think about it. This thing has slept for centuries, unnoticed by Cocoon's people, and some of few surviving relics from the War of Transgression. This is historic gold." When both the sergeant and Sazh gave her a 'seriously?' look, Amelia gave them a sheepish smile. "My inner geek comes out around stuff like this. Just ignore me." They continued to search the vestige, until they found themselves trapped inside a small vestibule. The door had what seemed to be the fal'cie's brand, glowing bright red and scaring Amelia even more. If that's what the brand looked like, she was certainly glad it wasn't on her. It was creepy.
"Cover your ears!" The sergeant ordered, and she and Sazh did so, making some distance between them and the door. When the rumbling started, Amelia saw the door open for them, and she tapped Sazh's shoulder, pointing to the door a slightly surprised sergeant.
"Well, I hope this isn't a trap. I really want to go back home. ...Oh, fuck it!" The sergeant looked at Amelia and quietly shook her head. "They'll think we're l'cie if we go back. We're considered contaminated with Pulse cooties or something. I say we do some sightseeing-"
"We can't. I have a specific goal in mind."
"Really, Sergeant? What is it?"
"Call me Lightning. And I'm here for my sister."