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A/N: I still have no beta. Anyway I hit a major road block with this chapter so its short, I wanted to get it out, based on response I will feel out how to continue. This is AU with some Cannon. The cannon will happen I am just shaping things up differently first. Thanks for all the favs and follows and special thanks to my reviewers City Of Dis and Sdphantom10 for the awesome feedback thanks. Chapters will get longer as I get closer to really rolling out the story were still in the build up process. ~ Vesta

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The flare sparked to life in a red blaze as he threw it several yards ahead the only sound in darkness his enhanced vision already adjusting to the changes in surroundings. Directly in front of him was Mako Reactor Zero, he shifted pulling out his PHS running over the schematics according to the map he was right in the middle of what was known only as Deepground. Pocketing the PHS he surveyed the area eyes bright in the flares haze, most of the structures here were in a state of decay built hugging the cavern walls. Walls blown out, the remains of windows and barley hinged doors, the air was thick with a musk he couldn't quite identify it was heavy and pungent

The buildings to his right had served as some sort of housing he guessed as he moved deeper in according to reports the few there were Deepground had once been a medical facility. Shinra had shut it down following the wars end, from there any and all information regarding the facility was lost. He sighed running a hand through his hair recon was not his finest talent.

He had a unspoken duty to his fellow Solder's to see this through however as he thought back to the call he had received late last night. It was nearing midnight he had just finished up a nightly training session as he entered his quarters placing his rapier upon its rack he felt the vibration of his PHS during swordplay he left it on silent preferring pure solitude to further hone his skills in. He frowned looking upon the screen as an unknown number flashed across it curious he answered "Commander Rhapsodos" a gruff male voice answered.

"Are you alone?" he had rose a brow at that considering the time of the call "This is Reeve Tuesti" the head of Urban Development was calling him that was definitely new. "Lazard has asked me to forward you a assignment" he reclaimed his rapier from its rack. "The director is currently in a meeting with the President as he is unavailable at this time I am to brief you" he leaned against the wall.

"Seventy-Two hours ago SOILDER Thirteenth Division was dispatched to neutralize a rebel group that had taken up residence down within the underground. We have been in the dark seventy of those hours Commander". Thirteenth Division otherwise known as Ragnarok was an elite unit of SOILDERS ones who did not simply go dark. "Your objective is to re establish communication find out why were in the dark and eliminate the cause" straightening he pushed himself off the wall "Understood" with that he was out the door.

There were no signs of life here none at all, no sign of any type of confrontation he was puzzled there was said to be a rebel fraction living down here if so where were they, where were his SOILDER operatives nothing was making any sort of sense. Suddenly he turned not sure if he had missed it or he was seeing things out of the corner of his eye he saw a sliver of pink. He backtracked to the alley he had just passed peering into the darkness he fished out another flare as he tossed it in he saw it again. More reddish now blending in with the light of the flare there was a glimmer of pink he moved deeper into the alley.

He found himself caught by a reflection of aluminum siding and a slumped figure facedown around its neck on a long chain was some kind of gemstone pendant that was catching a faint ray of light from somewhere causing it to shine there was his sliver. He knelt down turning the prone form over the bile quickly rising in his through, he peered into the empty bloodied sockets on the ashen face of a woman. She opened her mouth and screamed.

He recoiled from her sharply the sound she made like nothing he had heard before it was almost inhuman. He jerked his head up the sounds of boots thundering in the distance fuck an ambush. His eyes narrowed as he gripped his sword mako burning in his veins as his adrenaline kicked in he moved as the first figure came around the bend, but it wasn't fast enough a flash of crimson from above he raised his rapier in a effort to parry, but the momentum carrying the figure down was to fast it slammed into him.

His sword flew from his grip clattering away "Oh the treasure I have found" the accent was thick feminine but thick. A thin gloved hand grabbed his face crushing it turning it to look into a pair of crazed red eyes. "We finally have you brother they will be pleased" the flair's light died out. He could still see the outline of the woman the glow of her eyes. She backhanded him roughly as he tried to move her grunted seeing stars.

She straddled him caressing his face as he bucked up against her trying to throw her off. In the darkness something stirred she turned he moved flipping them over pinning her. White hot pain erupted from his chest he struggled to breathe the sound of clinking metal filled the air a wispy voice calling out to him "Welcome home Genesis" his world went dark.

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"Remember your dreams, embrace your honor" her eyes snapped opening taking in a sharp breathe her lungs burning, she struggled to move. She could barley see in the dark her vision though enhanced was blurred and unfocused. Pain erupted along her right side white hot and burning, she moved her hand down along her lower rib cage she could feel the sticky warmth of fresh blood. Biting back the pain she rolled over and attempted to get to her knees she dug her hands into the ground pushing up.

She was on her knees hand against a wall on her right her vision still swam as she tired to survey her surroundings. Rubble was everywhere she looked up and into the hole she must of fell through, blades clashing large broadswords against her thin rapier she dug her heel into the ground steadying herself and pushing forwards a flash of light the floor beneath her feet giving way she shook her head as the memory subsided. Bringing a hand up to her head she pushed herself to her feet leaning against the wall for support.

It had to be a set up there was no other way to describe what had befallen her and her unit they were no mere rebel group they were so much more. The moment they stepped foot into Deepground they were attacked almost instantly she had managed to break away from the battle long enough to zero in on a lone woman with a large broadsword and an eye patch. This was the one giving the orders without a second thought she went after her. She pursued her though out Deepground ending up battling it out in the middle of an abandon hospital.

Which in turn landed her here wounded and disorientated, she paused reaching down to check her pocket she fumbled momentarily pulling out her PHS aside from a cracked on the small front display screen it seemed to be functional, only problem she was in an absolute dead zone. Of course that would have been to easy she sighed putting it back and continuing her slow walk along the wall looking for a way out.

Where are you she was worried about her comrades, this place no good came of it. In front of her at the end of the corridor she was traveling down was an intact stairwell , pausing she turned her head looking back the way she came its too quiet steadying herself she continued forward. One step at a time she slowly ascended the stairs, her eyes finally adjusting to the dark. She kept her left hand pressed tightly to her right side willing the blood to stop seeping slow as it was it was still an open wound.

Healing it without first seeing it would do her no good in her current environment that was a problem she needed to find a light source. The stairs led into a large open room laid out in a row on the far left side of the room were several prone figures. She held her breathe knowing instantly they were bodies she slowly approached them. She healed her breathe as she approached now able to really see them five of them four men one woman. Grand, Hawthorne, Evans, Reynolds and Stratham five of her eight figure unit, two of them had fatal stab wounds the rest riddled with bullet holes they damning thing was how their bodies were cleaned how they were presented they were placed here and not that long ago.

Someone wanted her to find them just how long was I out it took time to clean up bodies with wounds such as theirs it took time to place them it was all a precise calculation. Reaching down into her pocket she pulled out her PHS it's light source unreliable as the screen flickered she was wrong it was more damaged than she initially thought she couldn't get a accurate time or date. Throwing it across the room she stood listening to the echo as it hit the wall falling to pieces, whoever was responsible for this was twisted no two ways about it. They knew she was here she was alive and they were toying with her, narrowing her eyes she moved she had to find the others before it was too late.

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Doubt how he hated an emotion so foreign to him, however he couldn't deny it was that which currently filled his mind. Thirteenth SOILDER Division was comprised of eight of the most gifted solders within the Shinra Military when Lazard had proposed a promotion to First Class and move into Unit Thirteen he should have taken more time to really think it over. This was his student one he did not easily take on. In that moment everything had felt right there was no indication she wasn't ready, that didn't settle his gut.

He was over analyzing the situation he knew it too, he had become accustom to her was used to her presence her place in his day to day existence that's all it was. He simply had not thought what change would bring like his friendships with Angeal and Genesis even the familiarity of Angeal's student. He had allowed himself to become comfortable allowed himself to trust. Not worrying about what would happen if things changed within the dynamic of those relationships.

He knew change he knew it well, shrugging it off he turned his attention to the files on his desk he began to leaf through the stack labeled new recruits, there was one Lazard had asked him to look at a young girl from Niblehime. He stopped when he came across the name "Tifa Lockhart" pulling the single file from the rest he turned his full attention to it. She was fresh according to her stats she was progressing well, he sighed running a hand through his hair. He would have to observe her in action to see just whatever it was Lazard saw, he already knew what was coming.

This fourteen year old girl from the small mountain town of Niblehime, if she already caught the attention of the Director of Soilder then she was a candidate for the mentoring program. He placed her file on the desk deciding that looking at paper would get him no where, he had a cadet to assess.