Disclamer : Do I really need to say I don't own all that?
The story is Squall centric but other major characters are present. Include characters from Final Fantasy/Kindom Hearts, Metal Gear Solid, Devil May Cry, Half Life…
Some of the original story lines will be more or less present and adapted, the story mixing some.
S.E.E.D.
Special Empowered Enforcement Detachment.
It was in 2045. Eshtarian government, facing the rise in supernatural threats, decided to form a new special unit dedicated to facing these threats. The unit, approved by the president, was named Special Empowered Enforcement Detachment. It was meant to be equipped with the latest technologies and best equipment that could be found. And of course, no just anyone could join it. Only some particular characters could be part of it.
Subject 1:
Codename: Griever
Name: Squall Leonhart.
Unit Role: Field Commander
Blood Type: O+
Gender: Masculine
Date of Birth: CLASSIFIED
Family antecedents: CLASSIFIED
Skills: Leadership, close combat, firearms, tactics.
Weapons of predilection: Gunblade, pistols.
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It was in a warehouse. A cold, dark, desert warehouse. Two men were standing here. They were almost diametrical opposites. One was a thin weak looking man dressed in business attire in his late forties looking very nervous. The other was tall, lean, dressed in black leather trousers and a aviator coat. His face was also noticeable: Short parted brown hair, cold blue eyes, bust most visible, a scar that went just over his nose in diagonal, just between the eyes. He was also armed: a silver colored weapon that combined the features of a firearm and a sword: the gunblade. The pattern of a lion could be seen on it. The same lion that was on a chain around his neck. He was stern looking, not showing any sign of stress.
They seemed to be waiting for something.
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Meanwhile, there was activity outside. Of course the casual observer could see nothing. It was a moonless night, and the place was hardly light. But it was happening anyway.
- Alpha Leader, this is Bravo 2. Snipers are in position.
- Alpha leader, this is Charlie one, strike team is in position.
- Alpha leader, this is Delta 4, we've got vision inside the building. The subject is present.
In the shadows, a man was smocking a cigar. He was old, maybe his late fifties early sixties, but he was still fit. He was a tough looking man, muscular frame, short straight grey turning white hair. Most noticeable was the fact he had a eye patch on his right eye. He wore a grey trench coat and a bandana around his head. He was holding a portable TV set from which he could see what was going on inside the warehouse.
- All teams, only intervene on my order.
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Sokolov was terrified. That was the place where the people who had kidnapped his daughter had given rendezvous. He was to bring the money here and they would give him back his daughter, if all went well. What if something went wrong? What if they also took him hostage to demand an even bigger ransom? What if his daughter wasn't alive?
It was why he had hired that mercenary to escort him. The ransom hadn't left him much money so he had had to call an inexpensive one. Of course, he was glad he had spent the money. The man was professional, calm, almost like a veteran despite the fact that he was only what? Seventeen, maybe Eighteen.? He was barely older than the businessman's daughter. As normal with her age, she still had innocence and a certain optimism that normally defined youth. He on the other hand, looked hardened and anything but innocent. His tone and look suggested someone who had seen the ugly side of life with little of the other.
Suddenly, he saw movement in front of him. Someone was coming.
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- Alpha leader, this is Bravo three, ten men and a young woman have entered the building.
- All units prepare.
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The men showed themselves. Well, so to speak, since they were wearing masks. The one who looked like the leader moved forward. He started speaking.
- You came. Good. Who's the pantywaste with you?
Surprisingly, the mercenary's expression didn't even change. That was discipline, Sokolov thought.
- I hired him for my security. To take me here.
Sokolov was starting to panic, what if they took the mercenary as provocation? The leader just shrugged. Sokolov was brave enough to speak.
- Where is my daughter? I won't pay until I see her!
The gangsters seemed amused by his question.
- Yes, the girl. Bring her.
Two of the gangers came the ligoted shape of his daughter. They simply let her fall on the floor.
- Anya!
- You'll have her soon. Now, show me the cash.
Sokolov put his briefcase on the ground and opened it. His life's savings, the money off the sale of the house, everything he earned had been sold to pay for the ransom. The ganger moved forward and looked inside.
- Woo guys. Look's like we'll finally be able to afford a nice place! Perfect. Now if you just lie down on the floor while we attach you.
No! They had betrayed him! He should have called the police.
- I wonder how much Shinra will pay for one of it's weapon scientists. Guess I'll soon know. Hans, dispose of pantywaste here.
One of the gangers got out his gun. Suddenly, at a speed Sokolov would of thought impossible, even for SOLDIERS save Sephiroth, the mercenary had got out his gun and aimed the ganger. He pushed Sokolov on the ground and made one shot. The shot hit the ganger in the heart. He didn't even scream before falling.
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- Sir, this is Bravo 1. Hostilities have opened inside the building.
The man with the cigar smiled.
- Good. Let's see what he can do.
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For a second there, the gangers all looked in disbelief at what had just happened. One of theirs had been shot by that boy with a gun. They should have been faster to react. In that second he had got out his gunblade and charged them while still shooting. Two more had fallen by the time they started reacting. Imprecise shots filled the room from the Ingrams the ganger carried. The few that actually got to him, he deflected them with his gunblade. The leader only realized too late he was at strike range. A slash from the weapon cut through his torso and killed him. The others started panicking, shooting all over the room, one of them fell to his comrade's shots. The mercenary leaped to the closest one and cut his throat. The three last started running away. They didn't go far before falling to shots in the back. In less than 20 seconds, the fight was over.
The mercenary went over the young girl to detach her. Suddenly, from behind him, a ganger screamed.
- DIE YOU MOTHERFUCKER!
The mercenary saw the ganger pointing him with his gun. There was physically no way the boy could survive now and he knew it.
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- Alpha leader, one of the hostiles is sneaking behind the subject.
The man looked at the screen to see if the subject would see it. After a few seconds he decided the show was over.
- Take him down.
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But somehow, he lived. A hole suddenly formed on the ganger's skull, killing him outright. He fell down on the ground. The mercenary looked instinctively around him to look for the shooter but saw no one. The silence lasted for a few seconds before his client lifted his head. He looked around, probably surprised to be still alive. Then he cried:
- Anya!
The boy crouched and detached the weeping girl who got caught in her father's arms.
- Anya!
She didn't answer, just cried in her father's arms. The mercenary waited before speaking.
- We should leave. The place isn't safe.
- Yes yes, of course.
As they all left, none of them noticed the bullet hole in one of the windows. The bullet that had saved their lives.
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The man with the cigar looked with satisfaction at the three people leaving. He had just found their first recruit.
- All teams, go to extraction points.
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After escorting the man and the girl back home. Squall decided to call it a day and started walking back to his residence. His hands went through the 5000 gils that he had been paid for the mission. That would keep problems away for a small time. He didn't usually get paid that much for a mission, so knew better than to blow it all on ''ale and whores'' like most of his profession did. He would keep it to pay bills and provisions. He arrived to a motel like building and went in by the door.
- You're back late ya know.
The man who said that was a tall and strong dark skinned man. Rajin. He just answered:
- Late mission. I'm tired.
And with that he just went to his room to grab some sleep.
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Subject 2:
Codename: Swordmaster
Name: Dante Sparda
Unit Role: Assault squad
Blood Type: AB-
Gender: Masculine
Date of Birth: CLASSIFIED
Family antecedents: CLASSIFIED
Skills: close combat, firearms, martial arts supernatural adversaries.
Weapons of predilection: Two handed sword, dual handguns.
Subject 3:
Codename: Darkslayer
Name: Vergil Sparda
Unit Role: Assault squad
Blood Type: AB-
Gender: Masculine
Date of Birth: CLASSIFIED
Family antecedents: CLASSIFIED
Skills: close combat, magic, martial arts supernatural adversaries.
Weapons of predilection: katana, offensive spells.
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It was late at night. The room seemed dusty and hardly kept. All objects one would expect in a living room of a small studio was here. Chairs, TV, jukebox, pool game, music instruments, desk. There were also some unusual objects: trophies of unnatural creatures on the walls, diverse weapons. At the center was a desk with a half eaten pizza on it. And Dante was on the chair behind the desk, eating the pizza. He was on guard this night, he and his brother alternating in case clients called during the evening. It was midnight.
- Two more hours until bed time.
Until then, he was watching some South Park that was passing on late TV. It was either that, or adult movies with the risk of someone coming in and seeing him. At best it would make the clients run away, at worst, create awkwardness with his brother. The bastard was having a good night's sleep right now. How he envied him.
He lost his train of thoughts when someone came in. Dante looked at him. The man was 50-60 and looked like some sort of war veteran. Eye patch, short straight hair, bandana, black trench coat, he had it all.
- Good evening. Would you happen to be Vergil or Dante Sparda?
- I'm Dante. So, are you a customer?
The man smiled as he walked around the room scanning it's contents.
- Sort of. I wish to give you an invitation, for you and your brother. You might find it will lead to an interesting opportunity.
With that he simply let a piece of paper on the desk before leaving.
- I bid you a good evening.
Dante took the piece of paper and looked at it by curiosity.
Midgar Army HQ.
25th Tears Point.
Show this invitation to the guards.
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Subject 4:
Codename: Black Mesa
Name: Gordon Freeman
Unit Role: Field Scientist
Blood Type: B+
Gender: Masculine
Date of Birth: CLASSIFIED
Family Antecedents: Classified
Skills: Field Science work, technology manipulation, trained with use of Gravgun
Weapons of predilection: Handgun, gravgun, crowbar.
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- Easy now, easy.
Gordon was moving materia with the gravgun. They were experimenting with a new kind of material that was known to be particuly unstable. It was more powerful but had a habit of exploding if overused. Their job was to figure out why.
- Temperature of material 25°C, energy signs normal for the moment. I'll just initiate the activation sequence.
The microphone in his ear rang.
- Gordon, experience aborted. Some men want to see you.
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Subject 5:
Codename: Exeter
Name: Irvine Kineas
Unit Role: Sniper
Blood Type: AB+
Gender: Masculine
Date of Birth: CLASSIFIED
Family Antecedents: Classified
Skills: Firearms, sharp shooting, observation
Weapons of predilection: Sniper Rifle, shotguns.
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- Release the hostage, and we can guaranty you life.
The madman just laughed hysterically. His laugh was blood chilling. Despite his appearance, he was extremely dangerous like 10 police officials had already found out the hard way. Irvine was trying to get a good sight on him but the woman he had as hostage was blocking the view. Despite that, Irvine could see his looks. He was dressed like a clown, some sort of strange costume from centuries ago.
It had gone like this, the mad man, who was identified as Kefka, had entered in this Wutaian restaurant and had taken everybody hostage. He had no weapons, but had very powerful magic skills that made him extremely dangerous. Some of the hostages were already dead, he having killed them in some order only a mad killer could understand. Some police officers had then charged, hoping to stop the bloodbath but had only made things worse. They were now all dead, some burned to ashes, others frozen then broken like ice, others electrocuted to frizzle. It made his stomach turn thinking about it. After that, he had killed even more hostages, some children. After that, the intervention force had arrived and secured the perimeter. There was no way this son of a bitch was leaving. He was on the roof of the building opposite, his sniper rifle aiming at the restaurant. He could see it all, the restaurant, the police barrier, the crowd of relatives and curious onlookers, the media reporters having found the subject for tonight's new. It disgusted him that people were benefiting from this tragedy. He could see the negotiator with his megaphone trying to talk the killer out of it. Of course he knew it wasn't going to work. They were to keep him busy until the promised SOLDIER unit arrived. They would be able to take him down.
The killer started letting a sardonic laugh out.
- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, you are nothing but insects! You will all die! You'll see.
And then he broke the poor woman's neck. At that moment, Irvine tried to take a shot, but the killer moved too quickly in cover. He didn't press the trigger. He then saw them. SOLDIER operatives on the roofs. Their faces were obscured but he could make two carrying large swords.
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- Cloud, Zack, on my order, prepare to intervene.
Cloud felt pressure, this was his first real mission as SOLDIER but he toughened it out. The stakes were far too high to let that get the best of him. It he failed, innocent people were going to die, and that he couldn't let happen. He and Zack positioned themselves next to the glass roof. They would get the bastard from there. All they needed was the signal.
- GO GO GO!
Cloud and Zack both jumped through the glass roof, their armors protecting them from the shards. The second they both landed on their feet Zack yelled as Cloud was charging.
- Every one get out!
People started fleeing as the two SOLDIERS initiated combat with Kefka.
- HOW DO YOU WORMS DARE!
Kefka was furious and started shooting fireballs all over the room. Cloud rolled over to avoid one while Zack got hit. Cloud went berserk and started striking at Kefka with his buster sword. The maniac dodged it with uncanny speed which was leaving him increasingly frustrated. At least some good was coming out of it as the maniac was too occupied with him too bother about the hostages.
Cloud suddenly felt pain all over his body as a lightning struck him. He fell on the ground, the pain being far too great. He was going to die. Kefka was charging another bolt, and with Zack down, no one could save him. Dying on his first mission…, at least he saved some people..
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There was fight inside the restaurant and Irvine turned the infrascope of his rifle on. He could see the fight, but it was going too fast for him to be able to target. On the plus side, people were going out to safety. Then the remaining SOLDIER fell on the ground and Kefka approached to finish him. Big mistake, Irvine had now a clear shot.
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Cloud awaited for his death but it never came. As if of divine intervention, the killer suddenly stopped, some sort of disbelief on his face before falling down. Cloud raised immediately and checked him. He was dead, a bullet hole in his head. A sniper had saved him Cloud realized.
- Zack!
Cloud immediately went to check his friend. He was lying there, a terrible burn on his armor. He kneeled to check for pulse and was relieved to find out that he was alive. His armor must have saved him. Officers and medics bursted in the building. Zack was gonna be healed Cloud knew.
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Irvine looked with relief at the scene. The nightmare was over. He felt regret that so many people had died before Kefka was put down. Police simply wasn't prepared for that kind of shit, he knew it.
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Subject 6:
Codename: Paramedic
Name: Quistis Trepe
Unit Role: Medic
Blood Type: A+
Gender: Feminine
Date of Birth: CLASSIFIED
Family Antecedents: Classified
Skills: Medical assistance, CSI, Coronary
Weapons of predilection: N/A
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The patient was on the operating table. He was a mess. One arm missing, guts opened, blood everywhere, it was a wonder he was still alive. She started the fixing. The heal materia in he arm shinned as she was healing bit by bit the patient. She often had to replace different parts of the body before applying the materia.
- What happened to him?
- Fiend attack Quistis. The poor guy hardly had a chance. The bugger got shot down by police but he was already in a sorry state by then.
- How could this of happened? Isn't Midgar supposed to be safe from such things?
- The way I heard it, it popped out of the sewers. Don't expect it to stop, the way I heard it from colleagues in the border, this is becoming less and less infrequent.
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Subject 7:
Codename: Solid Snake
Name: David Haiter
Unit Role: Covert Ops
Blood Type: B-
Gender: Masculine
Date of Birth: CLASSIFIED
Family Antecedents: Classified
Skills: Infiltration, espionage, firearms, CQC
Weapons of predilection: Silenced Pistol
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He was stealth, he was silence, he was like the wind itself. The guard in front had absolutely no idea he was there. Snake slowly approached and was about to grab the guard when a snap sound could be heard. He looked horrified at the broken branch on the floor as the guard turned back and noticed him.
- Hey!
Snake didn't wait and punched the guard in the face knocking him down. His victory was short lived when he heard the alarm. He was another guard had pressed the switch and was aiming him. Then the lights went on.
- Bad news Snake. You're dead.
It was Colonel Campbell's voice. He could now see the observation deck of the training area.
- Stupid branch.
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Subject 8:
Codename: Otacon
Name: Hal Emmerich
Unit Role: Technology and weapons expert
Blood Type: B+
Gender: Masculine
Date of Birth: CLASSIFIED
Family Antecedents: Classified
Skills: Weapons engineering, technology info
Weapons of predilection: N/A
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Hal was entering parameters for the testing of the new Railgun weapon in prevision of the weapon's testing. If it worked, this would be the boost he needed for his career as well as a progress for science. He heard the door of the techlab open and turned to see who was coming. He then recognized Dr Sokolov, the supervisor of the project, looking in a far better mood than over the last week.
- Good afternoon sir.
Sokolov turned to him with a smile.
- Indeed Emmerich it is a good day. My daughter is once again safe.
- Safe from what?
Sokolov sat next to him, a serious look on his face.
- My daughter had been kidnapped by gangsters and they wanted me to pay an exorbitant ransom. I had to sell everything I owned for it.
- Hyne, this is terrible, why didn't you warn the police, or even the Turks for that instance. That's their job right?
- I couldn't take the risk. So I hired this mercenary to protect me during the transaction. It was ghastly, they betrayed me. If it weren't for that mercenary's skill I would almost certainly be dead, and so would Anya.
- At least, you didn't need to pay.
He laughed a little.
- How true Emmerich. So, enough about my life, how is the Railgun advancing?
Hal went on his computer and showed.
- I'm inputting the last data and then it will be ready for the test.
- Excellent, Ms Scarlet will be very pleased with this.
- I most certainly am.
They both jumped when they heard her behind them. Shinra executives had a habit of sneaking on their employees which made everyone jumpy. Snoozing on the job was guarantied to make you fired.
- Ms Scarlet, a honor to have you in our lab.
She chuckled a little. Hal found it cute. Secretly he had a crash on their boss. Tall and lean figure, blond hair, black eyes, she was one of these deadly beauties.
- It is a most pity we will have to let you go Dr Emmerich.
Hal nearly had a heart attack at that moment. How could they fire him? He was a good employee, never arrived late, no discipline problems, good results. Maybe were they going under budget cuts like the space department.
Dr Sokolov intervened for him:
- With all due respect Madam, Dr Emmerich is my best element, firing him would be a … problem for the department.
She chuckled again.
- I'm afraid you misunderstood me doctor. Dr Emmerich is not being downsized. He is to be transferred in another… department, on a contract that could greatly help our company.
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Subject 9:
Codename: Lady
Name: Mary Ann
Unit Role: Heavy weapons and demolition
Blood Type: O-
Gender: feminine
Date of Birth: CLASSIFIED
Family Antecedents: Classified
Skills: close combat, heavy weapons, firearms, explosives
Weapons of predilection: SMG, rocket launcher.
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The demons thought she was easy prey. So they approached her without caution. What a mistake from them. The black haired woman, who almost looked like a girl scout took out a SMG and started spraying bullets at the closest scythe carrying demon. He disintegrated into sand. They others looked surprised, obviously not expecting that. They charged at her, The head one looked even more surprised when it realized it was facing a bazooka. The look on it was priceless as the rocket came out and sent it flying with its friends. The explosion destroyed them all.
She simply smiled and said:
- Welcome back.
Status report: The subjects have been selected. Recruitment measures have been engaged.
Starting phase one.
Interesting beginning huh? Note for the Cloud fans, he has a relatively minor role in the story not because I don't like him, but I have something different in mind for him. Ditto for other FFVII characters who will not be introduced until a sequel of this story (that is already in my head). Please R and R.