Chapter four is here. Don't be afraid to let me know what you think.
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Courage and Sacrifice
Chapter 4: Training Part 1
A figure in an Organization XIII cloak was perched on a gargoyle in the World that Never Was. He stared at the streets below as he got lost in his own thoughts.
It's too late…for me to undo my mistakes. But you can't let Xemnas have Kingdom Hearts. You can't.
"I won't Xion, I promise you," he said.
A tranquilizer dart striking the gargoyle right next to his hand broke his train of thought. On the building a few feet away from him, soldiers were running towards him as if to capture him. The figure in the cloak simply dove towards the ground and grabbed a hold of a street lamp and swung to change his momentum into a forward run. Tranq rounds flew past him as he summoned Oathkeeper and Oblivion to spin and deflect the tranq darts back at the attackers as he moved forward. Airships hovered by above Dusks dropped out of them to seize the Keyblade wielder. Oathkeeper and Oblivion become a whirlwind of spinning blades as the figure kept running forward, slicing everything in his path. He lept at the cockpit of one of the airships, using it as a stepping stone as he sliced it with his Keyblade before he landed on the rooftop of a building and kept running. He kept deflecting, flipping, spinning, firing magic, anything to avoid being hit by a tranq dart as he kept fleeing through the world.
Another figure in an Organization XIII cloak lept from the higher roof top of an adjacent building did a flip in the air as throwing knives appeared in their fists.
"Ahh!" he grunted in pain as the knives pinned his shoulders to the ground.
The attacker pulled the knives out of the Keyblade wielder's back and rolled him over with a kick.
"Hello Roxas," she said.
"You! You're supposed to be dead! Saïx informed everyone!" Roxas replied.
"There's a lot you don't know," she said before kicking Roxas in the head, knocking him out.
"Let's go! Hurry Up!" Xion's trainer shouted at her.
Xion was running through a training course that was designed to get her physically and mentally fit for combat in a matter of weeks. It consisted of maneuvers that required extreme athletic ability, high-stress life or death situations, and the ability to perform at your best through all the confusion, chaos, and fatigue. In addition to that, Xion also had to keep up with a rigorous physical training, PT, program, ran on little sleep, and had to learn how to either eat and hygiene quickly, put up with doing so very little, and sometimes not at all. She was also required to take care of all required tasks with as little time as she was given. At first the program was difficult for her but now, in the last week of the program, she was able to operate efficiently and effectively in the extremely realistic combat simulator.
"Why are you going so freakin' slow?!" Xion's trainer shouted again.
Xion was getting ready to go through another round in the simulator. Evidently, her trainer wanted her to be able to get ready from underclothes to full gear in under a minute. When she first started, she knew she was going to have a tough several weeks getting prepared for the war to come. But she still had to remind herself everyday of why she was doing it.
Roxas, she thought as she finished putting on Kevlar body armor and topping off her M4 assault rifle and M9 pistol.
The next few minutes consisted of Xion moving through an ever changing battlefield, putting to use every skill she had learned and her training. The result: a near perfect run through the course.
"Good job, dirt bag. You graduated basic. Go put the combat gear back and report to SO Command," Xion's instructor said.
Xion came to the position of attention before responding "Aye, aye, Chief."
After placing the gear back and returning the firearms to the armory, Xion walked over to the adjacent building, stopped at the front desk and came to the position of attention.
"Cadet Xion reporting as ordered Petty Officer," Xion sounded off.
"Wait one," the man behind the desk said.
His uniform was the same as Storm Squadron's only in blue with the exception of the boots. He began scanning a clipboard for a name but found none. He then picked up a phone and placed a call.
"This is the OOD, was there supposed tot be a Cadet Xion reporting?" the man asked.
"Got it," he said again, "Aye, aye, Chief."
"At ease," he said after hanging up the phone. Xion relaxed and placed one hand over the other in front of her.
"Someone will be down in a moment for you," he said.
A few minutes later
"Good morning ma'am," Xion and the Petty Officer said as they came to attention.
"Good morning everyone. You guys can relax," the officer said.
This officer wore the same uniform the other members of Storm Squadron wore. On each side of her collar were dual silver bars.
"You can follow me, Xion. I imagine you want to get some sleep after being up all night training last night," she said.
"Yes, ma'am," Xion replied.
"Ok first, you can drop the rank. You're a part of Storm Squadron now which means you're family. Just call me Arina," Arina said.
Arina was eighth in rank on Storm Squadron. She was about 5'4" and had an athletic build. Her dark brown hair which she kept in a pony tail complemented her tan skin as did her brown eyes. She was the team's communications expert and had the ability to manipulate air.
"Are you excited to join us?" Arina asked.
"Yes ma-, er, Arina. Mainly I want to get out there so I can find Roxas," Xion replied.
"That'll come in time. You have to finish your training first though. Here we are," Arina said as they stopped in front of a room,"People will be by later with the rest of your gear later. Be sure to be standing in front of this door by 0400 in your PT gear. Here's your room key. Feel free to take the rest of today off."
Xion opened her room and saw what looked like a luxurious hotel room. A spa-like bath room was the first thing on the left when she walked in. The next thing on the left was a queen sized bed which sat right across from a large, flat-screen TV. Right next to the TV was the entrance to a well-stocked, well-equipped kitchen. Sliding glass doors led out to a balcony with a stunning view of the surrounding area. Enjoying the room, Xion decided to shower and go to sleep before she had to get up in the morning.
I hope you enjoyed it. I apologize for the lateness of the chapter, but I am working on multiple stories at once. Until then, go forth and enjoy life my minions.