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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDiJAjpO_Ck

 

{Alexi}

Alexi Strannov watched the rain pelt one of the windows in his office. That was the thing about this world. It was always dark and overcast, raining half the time. Alexi found it strangely comforting. He got up from his chair and walked over to the window to look out over the city scape around him. As far as he had searched, the whole world seemed to be a city, but hadn't searched too far. Creatures lurked out there, but there were a couple of city blocks that they stayed away from. Alexi couldn't think of a better place to direct the Decolor from.

A beep from a clock on his desk told him that one of his teams were starting a mission now. Silently, he wished them luck, then turned to leave his office. It was time to check on some of the others.

 

{The Ulthor}

The 4 man assassin team known as the Ulthor appeared in a secret area in the back alley ways of Twilight Town. The leader of the team, Thet, went to the shrouded entrance of the entry point, checking for anything suspicious.

"Clear." she informed the others in an even tone.

"What, you expected something?" Alph, the teams gunslinger/marksmen, asked sourly. "For the love of the Witch, we were told it was clear."

Thet gave Alph a look that could keep ice cream from melting.

"If you want to die so badly, fine." she said coldly. "But you are not taking the rest of us with you."

Rho, the youngest member of the team, cleared his throat, hoping to divert the argument he saw coming.

"Always best to check." he said, managing a smile. "Remember what happened in Port Royal."

An audible sigh came from the final member of the Ulthor, the assassin Cron.

"Don't get my hopes up, sunshine." She said wistfully. "At least that was fun."

"You can worry about fun later." Thet said, regarding her team. "Now, we have a job."

Though he looked annoyed by Thet, Alph brightened up as the mention of the job.

"And you don't worry about the job, Thet." he said, waving a brief case he held absently. "That wielder will be smoldering in Hades before he knows what hit him."

Thet nodded.

"We all know the plan." she said. "Let's begin. Move out."

In single file, the Ulthor exited the Entry Point, using the alleys to navigate through Twilight Town.

 

[syfe & Leonarda]

Syfe raised an eyebrow, as if intrigued by Braxen's answer. "Why? Do you really need a why? Tell me, do you want in? If that's a yes, then you know what you must do." Syfe relied to Braxen. Syfe's expression betrayed none of his intent. Leonarda sidled up to Brooklyn and Sandrew.

"Chill out guys. Just trust Syfe. He has all of this under control." She told them, hoping they would understand. She could tell them nothing more until this all played out.

 

[Milo] (For the record, I feel like a complete noob next to Javelin and his ships.)

Milo listened to the comm buzz, waiting for his turn. He glanced back to look at the unconscious body of his passenger, Emily. He needed to get her some medical attention soon. She had suffered some nasty wounds from that merc. They really should tighten down those laws on mercenaries. Milo looked back through the windshield. Realizing that he should land, he spoke over the radio. "Roger. Ragnarok coming into Hangar Bay 1." He piloted the Ragnarok straight into the hangar, taking the appropriate precautions. They set down, and the landing ramp descended. "Medic!" He cried, walking down the ramp with Emily in his arms. "Wounded keyblade officer!"

 

[Neena & Severa]

Neena gave one last nod to JayCee and stepped through the corridor. The three women were inside Neena's office. Neena glanced to Casumi, and nodded, dismissing her. She was free to do whatever she needed. Maybe Alexi needed her. But really, Neena hoped she would get just a bit more rest. The Assassin looked back to Severa, who had her arms crossed expectantly. "Well? What's my pay?" She asked, very direct. Neena smirked.

"You are skilled. Excellent. But you will need a bit more than that to live in the world that you are in."

"What do you mean?" Neena snapped her fingers. Behind Severa, a wall turned around. Mounted upon it were plenty of weapons and other equipment. More than any might ask for.

"I have gathered the best equipment around. You can't buy any of this anywhere. Your pick." Neena said, before sitting at her desk. Severa turned, and grinned. She quickly set into the gear.

~~~

 

A tad later, Severa was dressed much differently. Her scrap armor had been replaced by a full suit of shining steel. Her sword still hung in it's scabbard on her lower back, but affixed to her right thigh was a long dagger, and on her left hip, a fiery whip hung. On her back was a three foot rod that extended into a six foot staff. Also, invisible to the eye, a crossbow was folded into her left bracer. Severa was smiling as she walked the halls of the Decolor base. Neena had told her to do one more thing before Severa was free to leave. Visit Room 212. What was in there, Neena had refused to tell her. Ah, here it was now! Severa quickly opened the door and stepped inside, not looking at what was inside first. It took her a second to realize who she was seeing. Ryonne stood in the center of the room.

 

[Quincy]

Quincy worked quickly. He drew a few symbols into the hilt of the fake keyblade. Yes, this would work perfectly. Quincy smiled. This keyblade would unlock any typical lock, could be summoned and dismissed at will once bound to a user, and looked the part. This should be enough to deceive any typical civilian. Ah yes, the grand Quincy strikes again. Quincy dialed up Thet. "Hello Thet? Yes, It's Quincy. It's all done. Come back to base and I'll bind it to you. Then we can seal the deal." Quincy said.

 

[Le Chef's Restaurant]

Kefka smiled. Oh yes brilliant! Absolutely brilliant. The clown let out a hearty laugh. He grabbed a biscuit Le Chef had left behind, and began to walk away. He knew a certain someone that would be most pleased to hear the news.

Edited October 21, 201411 yr by Emerald Sustrai

[syfe & Leonarda]Syfe raised an eyebrow, as if intrigued by Braxen's answer. "Why? Do you really need a why? Tell me, do you want in? If that's a yes, then you know what you must do." Syfe relied to Braxen. Syfe's expression betrayed none of his intent. Leonarda sidled up to Brooklyn and Sandrew."Chill out guys. Just trust Syfe. He has all of this under control." She told them, hoping they would understand. She could tell them nothing more until this all played out.[Milo] (For the record, I feel like a complete noob next to Javelin and his ships.)Milo listened to the comm buzz, waiting for his turn. He glanced back to look at the unconscious body of his passenger, Emily. He needed to get her some medical attention soon. She had suffered some nasty wounds from that merc. They really should tighten down those laws on mercenaries. Milo looked back through the windshield. Realizing that he should land, he spoke over the radio. "Roger. Ragnarok coming into Hangar Bay 1." He piloted the Ragnarok straight into the hangar, taking the appropriate precautions. They set down, and the landing ramp descended. "Medic!" He cried, walking down the ramp with Emily in his arms. "Wounded keyblade officer!"[Neena & Severa]Neena gave one last nod to JayCee and stepped through the corridor. The three women were inside Neena's office. Neena glanced to Casumi, and nodded, dismissing her. She was free to do whatever she needed. Maybe Alexi needed her. But really, Neena hoped she would get just a bit more rest. The Assassin looked back to Severa, who had her arms crossed expectantly. "Well? What's my pay?" She asked, very direct. Neena smirked. "You are skilled. Excellent. But you will need a bit more than that to live in the world that you are in.""What do you mean?" Neena snapped her fingers. Behind Severa, a wall turned around. Mounted upon it were plenty of weapons and other equipment. More than any might ask for."I have gathered the best equipment around. You can't buy any of this anywhere. Your pick." Neena said, before sitting at her desk. Severa turned, and grinned. She quickly set into the gear.~~~A tad later, Severa was dressed much differently. Her scrap armor had been replaced by a full suit of shining steel. Her sword still hung in it's scabbard on her lower back, but affixed to her right thigh was a long dagger, and on her left hip, a fiery whip hung. On her back was a three foot rod that extended into a six foot staff. Also, invisible to the eye, a crossbow was folded into her left bracer. Severa was smiling as she walked the halls of the Decolor base. Neena had told her to do one more thing before Severa was free to leave. Visit Room 212. What was in there, Neena had refused to tell her. Ah, here it was now! Severa quickly opened the door and stepped inside, not looking at what was inside first. It took her a second to realize who she was seeing. Ryonne stood in the center of the room.[Quincy]Quincy worked quickly. He drew a few symbols into the hilt of the fake keyblade. Yes, this would work perfectly. Quincy smiled. This keyblade would unlock any typical lock, could be summoned and dismissed at will once bound to a user, and looked the part. This should be enough to deceive any typical civilian. Ah yes, the grand Quincy strikes again. Quincy dialed up Thet. "Hello Thet? Yes, It's Quincy. It's all done. Come back to base and I'll bind it to you. Then we can seal the deal." Quincy said.[Le Chef's Restaurant]Kefka smiled. Oh yes brilliant! Absolutely brilliant. The clown let out a hearty laugh. He grabbed a biscuit Le Chef had left behind, and began to walk away. He knew a certain someone that would be most pleased to hear the news.

"My intuition tells me otherwise." Brooklyn said under his breath. "And my intuition is never wrong."

{Lunaris}Luna went into the canteen after Alph, something most Decolor members knew about the canteen was "the first to go inside gets the role of bar tender"."Did you forgot about our lack of official bar tender, Alph?" She said. "You need to pay more attention."Luna followed Alph's example and went behind the bar, pinking and mixing a few drinks on her glass."And just for today I'll take your place~ So take a nice, comfy spot and let me take your pain away."In a quick motion the Sniper girl drank everything from her glass and smiled."And the same to you, Doc. What would you like to drink?" She asked while taking a piece of cloth from under the bar and wiping her hands.{Hotaru}Once Alexi was about to leave Hotaru looked at the Ulthor Assassin and sighed."Look...it may not be much, but I'm sorry." He said. "I can see that you want to do this alone and that's nice and all, but like Alexi said, you're injured."Hotaru waved his hand from side to side with a slightly worried look on his face."You will get a new hand and you need time to get used to it, so let's say that I will help you until you are 100% back to your former status. Then, if you see that I'm just getting in your way we can talk to the boss and you can keep going on your own."The young wielder then smiled and ruffled the Assassin's hair."You really made us worry with this, Cron. Let's try to keep the dangerous stunts to a minimum."

[Milo] (For the record, I feel like a complete noob next to Javelin and his ships.)Milo listened to the comm buzz, waiting for his turn. He glanced back to look at the unconscious body of his passenger, Emily. He needed to get her some medical attention soon. She had suffered some nasty wounds from that merc. They really should tighten down those laws on mercenaries. Milo looked back through the windshield. Realizing that he should land, he spoke over the radio. "Roger. Ragnarok coming into Hangar Bay 1." He piloted the Ragnarok straight into the hangar, taking the appropriate precautions. They set down, and the landing ramp descended. "Medic!" He cried, walking down the ramp with Emily in his arms. "Wounded keyblade officer!"

(I am so sorry if it's confusing you Yuffie

I'll try not to do stuff like this ever again if I can help it)

 

[Hanger Bay aboard the Medical Cruiser Deliverance]

Strewn about on the bed within the Liberator was Victoria's armor and some of her standard issued clothing. The girl was breathing softly as Snider was carefully healing the girl with what remaining magic he had left after taking care of her sister.

 

"I always knew you were a gentle person," the raven-haired girl softly confided, "but I never realized how gentle you were, Jacob." .

"You never gave me a chance to show you, that's why." the officer playfully whispered back. 

"....."

"Have I ever told you how cute you look whenever you're blushing?"

 

In the blink of an eye, Victoria bashed the keyblade officer on the head. Whether she did it softly on purpose was up for debate, but the result was all the same as Jacob snickered. "Well... That's one way to wrap up my healing efforts. I'm done by the way." Victoria paused for a moment as she looked at him, then carefully started to don on her protective gear once again. With a smile, Snider stood back up and straightened out his armor. "Head into the medical area when you're all suited up, Victoria. I know this is an odd request, but stay close to Zion and comfort her."

 

The girl looked at the officer with confusion as she clasped her armor back on. "You want me to comfort her?"

"You did remind her of someone, and I'm going to assume it was someone special to her. Physically healing her is fine, but if we neglect her emotional health, it can be just as bad as not healing her at all." Victoria nodded quietly, then slowly made her way outside the Liberator with Snider following closely behind her.

 

Outside the Liberator, the two spotted Milo's own gummi ship landing within the hanger bay. As the loading ramp of the Ragnarok descended, any marines and personnel that were nearby stopped whatever they were doing and faced the ship, saluting in the process. Walking down the ramp was Milo, with Emily cradled in his arms. "Medic!" the captain cried out, and the personnel around him quickly jumped into action as they went through a well rehearsed procedure.

 

Within seconds, the girls was out of Milo's arms and was placed in the emergency room, if it could be called a room since there was no wall surrounding the space, right next to the landing zone. It was a bold move for the ship to have the hanger designed this way: A force-field that separates the internal hanger from the outside of the ship, keeping the atmosphere from explosively blasting its way out made the design plan possible. Pop-up walls can be activated for the operating area if the doctors or the patient demanded privacy, but for the sake of saving lives they were usually kept in the down position. The whole place was designed with speed in mind, and there was a section within the hanger that carried every single specialized equipment needed for every possible medical emergency, with dedicated buggies that can transport the equipment to any of the operating 'zones' as they call it, in under two minutes. "What happened to her?" a doctor asked Milo as his team of nurses started to stabilize Emily.

 

Meanwhile, right smack next to the landing zone for the Liberator...

 

Zion was hooked up to a life support system as nurses and doctors formally started to bring the girl back from the brink. "Patient stabilized," one of the doctors stated as he diagnosed the girl, "Severe combat wounds, report of blood loss and symptoms of shock. No pulse."

"Checking for blood type. Should we use synthetic blood or donated for her?""She's a keyblade wielder, what do you think?"

"Understood. Donated it is."

 

After hooking some tubing into Zion, a nurse quickly wiped some blood off Zion's hand and inserted the sample into a scanner. Within moments, a siren was heard in the other section of the hanger as a rapid response medical buggy that was outfitted with specialized gear tailored to Zion's needs thanks to information gather from the Liberator started its trip towards them. It arrived within a minute, and the instant Zion was receiving blood that was lost on the world below, the doctors tried resuscitating her heart. At the same time, the other nurses were patching up Zion's wounds and were closely monitoring her vitals and brain activity, hoping that they weren't too late. After several minutes, Victoria finally showed up and stayed nearby. She watched Zion's closed eyes carefully, silently hoping that the girl would wake up. She... She looks just like my sister. As if reading her mind, the sergeant heard Snider, who was standing next to her, gulped hard. She looked at him, and saw something special gleaming from his eyes; the very same glint she remembers seeing whenever Charlotte got hurt. 

Edited October 24, 201411 yr by Javelin434

[Orbit Elympios. Gummi Ship Liberator docked within the Hanger Bay of Medical Cruiser Deliverance]

 

With Charlotte breathing gently in the commander's arms and a warm smile now forming on her face, Snider safely concluded that the sergeant was completely healed and soothed thanks to the healing spell. Lowering her gently onto the bed, Charlotte looked at her commander. Her deep blue eyes were full of life, and as her head rested on the soft pillows, the girl quietly chucked. "Can't we do this just a little longer?" she whispered, reaching up and holding on to Snider's hand.

 

"I'm sorry," he gently replied back, "But I'm still on duty with Zion. Maybe after the mission is over, we'll see what happens. When you think you're good, come back to me." He rose off the bed, and started making his way back to the main hold of the ship. Moments after he entered the room, the main loading ramp started to descend, and the marines carefully parted so that there was a clear pathway from the ramp to the main medical station where Zion was at. They were relaxed and at ease despite having Blore standing among them. Whether it was because they knew they had the upperhand in terms of number or because Snider said so, no one can tell for certain. Regardless, the commander walked up to Blore, and politely cleared his throat.

 

The stranger finally broke his silence. "I beg your pardon. My name is Blore, or at least, that's the name I've taken." Snider cocked his head slightly to the side, smiling as he tried to digest what he could have meant with the statement. "I'd be more than happy to share more, but I'm certain you've got more than enough on your plate."

"That's a negative." The commander happily replied back, "Just finished taking care of my wounded. No worries there. So... I wanted to ask you some questions regarding the event down on th-"

 

It became apparent that curiosity got the better of Blore as Snider watched the armed stranger exploring the machinery of the gummi ship. The commander giggled as a stupidly wide grin formed on his face, with some of the marines emulating his emotions while the others were genuinely weirded out. Well, considering how this guy helped us and hasn't slaughtered the boys, either he is genuinely friendly, or a spy. Gotta be careful on how to approach this.

 

"Nito knows there must be some kind of wizadry needed to keep this thing afloat." he heard Blore murmur, to which the commander had no comment. As he watched, the medical team was busy shuttling Zion out of the ship, with Victoria trailing behind them until they passed Snider. With Zion finally being handed off to the medical experts with better tools, Victoria breathed a sigh of relief. "Xion..." She whispered, which so happens to be right next to the commander. "Hmmm?"

 

The raven-haired sergeant faced the commander, wincing ever so slightly in the process. "She mentioned Xion. Any idea who that is and why?" 

".... I do remember history textbooks mentioning that name. Girl, black hair, blue eyes, part of a program of some sort. And something tells me that in her critical condition, she may have mistaken the girl for you."

Victoria shrugged off the coincidence, and it was then that Snider noticed the same battle damage that Charlotte had. "Hey, you're hurt."

"It's just a minor injury, sir."

"I took care of your sister, I might as well help you out too. Taking explosions isn't just something you ignore."

Victoria nodded in agreement. "Where is my sister?"

"In the bedrooms over-"

"What did you do?" She snapped.

"Relax. I just healed her. Nothing more."

 

As she walked off to check up on her sister, Snider turned to face the newcomer. "Blore, consider exiting this ship. Go on out and try to meet up with the Captain. If you're wondering who he is, he was the other keyblade wielder in the group. Talk to him and we'll see what happens from there. I still got questions for you, but I'll have to come back to that later." As he walked off to where Charlotte was, he was surprised to see the girl approaching him in the hallway. "I feel all better now!" she happily exclaimed, her smile genuine as ever. Snider returned the gesture. "Perfect. Can you please escort Blore off this ship for me while I tend to your sister?"

"Ok!"

 

 With Snider helping Victoria in another room, Charlotte walked up to Blore. She was cautious, but relaxed as she nodded towards the lowered ramp of the Liberator. "After you."

 

 

[Milo] (For the record, I feel like a complete noob next to Javelin and his ships.)Milo listened to the comm buzz, waiting for his turn. He glanced back to look at the unconscious body of his passenger, Emily. He needed to get her some medical attention soon. She had suffered some nasty wounds from that merc. They really should tighten down those laws on mercenaries. Milo looked back through the windshield. Realizing that he should land, he spoke over the radio. "Roger. Ragnarok coming into Hangar Bay 1." He piloted the Ragnarok straight into the hangar, taking the appropriate precautions. They set down, and the landing ramp descended. "Medic!" He cried, walking down the ramp with Emily in his arms. "Wounded keyblade officer!" 

 

 

 

Outside the Liberator, the two spotted Milo's own gummi ship landing within the hanger bay. As the loading ramp of the Ragnarok descended, any marines and personnel that were nearby stopped whatever they were doing and faced the ship, saluting in the process. Walking down the ramp was Milo, with Emily cradled in his arms. "Medic!" the captain cried out, and the personnel around him quickly jumped into action as they went through a well rehearsed procedure.

 

Within seconds, the girls was out of Milo's arms and was placed in the emergency room, if it could be called a room since there was no wall surrounding the space, right next to the landing zone. It was a bold move for the ship to have the hanger designed this way: A force-field that separates the internal hanger from the outside of the ship, keeping the atmosphere from explosively blasting its way out made the design plan possible. Pop-up walls can be activated for the operating area if the doctors or the patient demanded privacy, but for the sake of saving lives they were usually kept in the down position. The whole place was designed with speed in mind, and there was a section within the hanger that carried every single specialized equipment needed for every possible medical emergency, with dedicated buggies that can transport the equipment to any of the operating 'zones' as they call it, in under two minutes. "What happened to her?" a doctor asked Milo as his team of nurses started to stabilize Emily.

 

Meanwhile, right smack next to the landing zone for the Liberator...

 

Zion was hooked up to a life support system as nurses and doctors formally started to bring the girl back from the brink. "Patient stabilized," one of the doctors stated as he diagnosed the girl, "Severe combat wounds, report of blood loss and symptoms of shock. No pulse."

"Checking for blood type. Should we use synthetic blood or donated for her?""She's a keyblade wielder, what do you think?"

"Understood. Donated it is."

 

After hooking some tubing into Zion, a nurse quickly wiped some blood off Zion's hand and inserted the sample into a scanner. Within moments, a siren was heard in the other section of the hanger as a rapid response medical buggy that was outfitted with specialized gear tailored to Zion's needs thanks to information gather from the Liberator started its trip towards them. It arrived within a minute, and the instant Zion was receiving blood that was lost on the world below, the doctors tried resuscitating her heart. At the same time, the other nurses were patching up Zion's wounds and were closely monitoring her vitals and brain activity, hoping that they weren't too late. After several minutes, Victoria finally showed up and stayed nearby. She watched Zion's closed eyes carefully, silently hoping that the girl would wake up. She... She looks just like my sister. As if reading her mind, the sergeant heard Snider, who was standing next to her, gulped hard. She looked at him, and saw something special gleaming from his eyes; the very same glint she remembers seeing whenever Charlotte got hurt. 

 

In all honesty, Blore wasn't too happy at being sent to another ship, feeling much like a child does when being excused from the room when grownups were talking. However, he was certain that Snider had his reasons, and his hands full, and as such acquiesced to the request. "I look forward to speaking with you further," he said, following Charlotte to the docking bay of the ship. However, before any option of boarding the ship of Captain Milo could be brought up, it seemed that the commander took the initiative himself, coming down to the hanger bay with a wounded comrade. Running past Blore and Charlotte, it was only a matter of seconds before Milo was able to have his comrade in a state of medical attention with a mound of technology that made the knight's head spin.

 

Taking advantage of the pause, Blore found an opportunity to finally ask what was plaguing his mind since all of this started. "I beg your pardon, Miss... Charlotte, was it?" he asked. "Given that the man I'm supposed to be attending to is predisposed, and your own commander is occupied, I hope you don't mind if I switch the burden of questioning to you." He gestured at the ships, machinery, and, as maddening as it seemed, the sky that could be seen just outside the docking station. "I shall be frank: until a few hours ago, I have never seen anything of this level, be it in technology, magic, or whatever it is that makes all of this work. The closest that I can think of is the city of Anor Londo, built by the gods themselves. But, if you'll pardon my musing aloud, the gods left the land I call home centuries, perhaps millenniums ago, and no one knows where they went. And now, I find myself here, far away from Lordrain, and surrounded by people with an incredible understanding of science, magic, and medicine, all which borders on the level of superhuman." Though the mask hid his face, Blore still raised an inquisitive eyebrow at Charlotte. "I trust you see what I'm getting at. What I should like to know is, strange as it might sound, is: are you gods?"

In all honesty, Blore wasn't too happy at being sent to another ship, feeling much like a child does when being excused from the room when grownups were talking. However, he was certain that Snider had his reasons, and his hands full, and as such acquiesced to the request. "I look forward to speaking with you further," he said, following Charlotte to the docking bay of the ship. However, before any option of boarding the ship of Captain Milo could be brought up, it seemed that the commander took the initiative himself, coming down to the hanger bay with a wounded comrade. Running past Blore and Charlotte, it was only a matter of seconds before Milo was able to have his comrade in a state of medical attention with a mound of technology that made the knight's head spin.

 

Taking advantage of the pause, Blore found an opportunity to finally ask what was plaguing his mind since all of this started. "I beg your pardon, Miss... Charlotte, was it?" he asked. "Given that the man I'm supposed to be attending to is predisposed, and your own commander is occupied, I hope you don't mind if I switch the burden of questioning to you." He gestured at the ships, machinery, and, as maddening as it seemed, the sky that could be seen just outside the docking station. "I shall be frank: until a few hours ago, I have never seen anything of this level, be it in technology, magic, or whatever it is that makes all of this work. The closest that I can think of is the city of Anor Londo, built by the gods themselves. But, if you'll pardon my musing aloud, the gods left the land I call home centuries, perhaps millenniums ago, and no one knows where they went. And now, I find myself here, far away from Lordrain, and surrounded by people with an incredible understanding of science, magic, and medicine, all which borders on the level of superhuman." Though the mask hid his face, Blore still raised an inquisitive eyebrow at Charlotte. "I trust you see what I'm getting at. What I should like to know is, strange as it might sound, is: are you gods?"

[Hanger Bay, Medical Cruiser Deliverance]

 

With Zion and Emily being taken care of by diligent and highly trained personnel, the burden of responsibility shifted away from Milo, Victoria, Jacob, and Charlotte. It was now that Blore, whom Charlotte was escorting, finally started to talk once again. "I beg your pardon, Miss... Charlotte, was it?" the stranger asked. The blonde girl looked at him with her soft blue eyes, smiling ever so gently as he continued. "Given that the man I'm supposed to be attending to is predisposed, and your own commander is occupied, I hope you don't mind if I switch the burden of questioning to you."

"Not at all," she assured, "I'll try my best to answer, so long as it isn't about classified information."

 "I shall be frank: until a few hours ago, I have never seen anything of this level, be it in technology, magic, or whatever it is that makes all of this work. The closest that I can think of is the city of Anor Londo, built by the gods themselves. But, if you'll pardon my musing aloud, the gods left the land I call home centuries, perhaps millenniums ago, and no one knows where they went. And now, I find myself here, far away from Lordrain, and surrounded by people with an incredible understanding of science, magic, and medicine, all which borders on the level of superhuman."

 

Charlotte tilted her head slightly off to the left as Blore continued. "I trust you see what I'm getting at. What I should like to know is, strange as it might sound, is: are you gods?" The sergeant giggled a little despite the dire situation with Zion not too far from them. "We're not gods," she chuckled, "But many of us wish we were. No dear, it's just a lot of engineers, scientists, builders, a little bit of magic, duct tape and some happy thoughts that make these kinds of things possible." The blonde sergeant blushed as she bowed her head slightly. "Although, I have heard some people call me a goddess, but that's most likely not true."

 

With her cheeks still rosey red, the sergeant returned her gaze to Blore. "So, you mentioned about your home being centuries or perhaps millenniums of years old. Who and what are you then, because you don't look that old."

"His name is Blore." Snider's voice echoed slightly away from the two. Charlotte turned to see the commander walking up to them. "Well, there's not much I can do with Zion at this point, so I might as well be useful here."

"He said something about gods leaving his home centuries or millenniums of years ago, and was asking if-"

"Wait, woah, time out. What?!" Snider looked at the new stranger with bewilderment in his eyes. "How old are you?!" It took a moment for the officer to get over the shock of the stranger's claim. Twitching his head slightly, Snider quickly shook it off. "Lets get you to Milo while you explain this, please." Pointing at Milo's direction, Snider and Charlotte waited for the stranger to follow before starting their walk.

Edited October 25, 201411 yr by Javelin434

[Hanger Bay, Medical Cruiser Deliverance]

 

With Zion and Emily being taken care of by diligent and highly trained personnel, the burden of responsibility shifted away from Milo, Victoria, Jacob, and Charlotte. It was now that Blore, whom Charlotte was escorting, finally started to talk once again. "I beg your pardon, Miss... Charlotte, was it?" the stranger asked. The blonde girl looked at him with her soft blue eyes, smiling ever so gently as he continued. "Given that the man I'm supposed to be attending to is predisposed, and your own commander is occupied, I hope you don't mind if I switch the burden of questioning to you."

"Not at all," she assured, "I'll try my best to answer, so long as it isn't about classified information."

 "I shall be frank: until a few hours ago, I have never seen anything of this level, be it in technology, magic, or whatever it is that makes all of this work. The closest that I can think of is the city of Anor Londo, built by the gods themselves. But, if you'll pardon my musing aloud, the gods left the land I call home centuries, perhaps millenniums ago, and no one knows where they went. And now, I find myself here, far away from Lordrain, and surrounded by people with an incredible understanding of science, magic, and medicine, all which borders on the level of superhuman."

 

Charlotte tilted her head slightly off to the left as Blore continued. "I trust you see what I'm getting at. What I should like to know is, strange as it might sound, is: are you gods?" The sergeant giggled a little despite the dire situation with Zion not too far from them. "We're not gods," she chuckled, "But many of us wish we were. No dear, it's just a lot of engineers, scientists, builders, a little bit of magic, duct tape and some happy thoughts that make these kinds of things possible." The blonde sergeant blushed as she bowed her head slightly. "Although, I have heard some people call me a goddess, but that's most likely not true."

 

With her cheeks still rosey red, the sergeant returned her gaze to Blore. "So, you mentioned about your home being centuries or perhaps millenniums of years old. Who and what are you then, because you don't look that old."

"His name is Blore." Snider's voice echoed slightly away from the two. Charlotte turned to see the commander walking up to them. "Well, there's not much I can do with Zion at this point, so I might as well be useful here."

"He said something about gods leaving his home centuries or millenniums of years ago, and was asking if-"

"Wait, woah, time out. What?!" Snider looked at the new stranger with bewilderment in his eyes. "How old are you?!" It took a moment for the officer to get over the shock of the stranger's claim. Twitching his head slightly, Snider quickly shook it off. "Lets get you to Milo while you explain this, please." Pointing at Milo's direction, Snider and Charlotte waited for the stranger to follow before starting their walk.

 

Though he had known better than to get his hopes up, Blore couldn't help but be a little disappointed at Charlotte's denial of their status as deities: it would have made things much easier. Then again, being somewhat responsible for the death of Gwyn, maybe it was for the best if none of the Lord of Cinder's relatives were here. Regardless of all of this, the reappearance of Captain Snider ushered the Undead forwards, with new topics of conversation to discuss. "I'm sorry, I wasn't very clear," confessed Blore as they walked. "I myself was not present when the gods left. That is a legend... no, I suppose an acknowledged fact is a better way of putting it. It is very well known." Secretly, Blore felt pleased that he was finally able to discuss this with someone: it always felt awkward to bring up the subject in Lordrain, and already he felt the ease with which he was able to talk with these people was helping his heart. "But all the same, I must confess, I am old. Incredibly so." Poking the Mask of the Child in indication, he continued, "Should the mask come off, I doubt there would be any question of that. I don't remember how old I am. Indeed, I remember very little, in the grand scheme of things. Which, I suppose, is the price of getting to be this old to begin with." He would have laughed, but nothing about what he said, upon reflection, struck him as particularly funny.

Though he had known better than to get his hopes up, Blore couldn't help but be a little disappointed at Charlotte's denial of their status as deities: it would have made things much easier. Then again, being somewhat responsible for the death of Gwyn, maybe it was for the best if none of the Lord of Cinder's relatives were here. Regardless of all of this, the reappearance of Captain Snider ushered the Undead forwards, with new topics of conversation to discuss. "I'm sorry, I wasn't very clear," confessed Blore as they walked. "I myself was not present when the gods left. That is a legend... no, I suppose an acknowledged fact is a better way of putting it. It is very well known." Secretly, Blore felt pleased that he was finally able to discuss this with someone: it always felt awkward to bring up the subject in Lordrain, and already he felt the ease with which he was able to talk with these people was helping his heart. "But all the same, I must confess, I am old. Incredibly so." Poking the Mask of the Child in indication, he continued, "Should the mask come off, I doubt there would be any question of that. I don't remember how old I am. Indeed, I remember very little, in the grand scheme of things. Which, I suppose, is the price of getting to be this old to begin with." He would have laughed, but nothing about what he said, upon reflection, struck him as particularly funny.

[Hanger Bay, aboard Medical Cruiser Deliverance]

 

Snider and Charlotte stood there blinking as the armed stranger clarified himself. "I'm sorry, I wasn't very clear, I myself was not present when the gods left. That is a legend... no, I suppose an acknowledged fact is a better way of putting it. It is very well known." 

"I don't think we have this world and its history on file," the officer informed the stranger as he started trying to remember any relevant information on the matter.

"Aww, so much for calling you 'grandpa' then," Charlotte giggled as she looked down in disappointment.

The stranger continued. "But all the same, I must confess, I am old. Incredibly so."

 

"We can totally call him grandpa!" Snider enthusiastically proclaimed, making Charlotte break into a full blown laugh as the stranger pointed at his mask.

"Should the mask come off, I doubt there would be any question of that. I don't remember how old I am. Indeed, I remember very little, in the grand scheme of things. Which, I suppose, is the price of getting to be this old to begin with." 

"So you don't remember how old you are. That's unfortunate. We'll still call you grandpa if we can't remember your name." The officer pointed to the world of Elympios that was outside the hanger, looking rather picturesque against the metal and mechanical frame that bordered the world and the hanger exit. "So, who or what was the god that created the city that you know? And for that matter, what was the city called?" Snider was genuinely curious now that he was confident on having no clue as to what this world is, where it is on the worlds map, and history for that matter. Captain Milo never mentioned gods. Then again, I just met the kupo...

Zion was stabalized so far, but still unconcious...or so people thought. She had grown adept at not waking up, or appearing not to. She herself was exhausted, but lonely.

"Xion..."

She whispered the name of the one person she loved so dearly. "Don't let me be alone."

Zion could swear that a hand was laid on her forehead. She opened her eyes, but nothing was there...but it was there. Even in death, it seemed, her dearly beloved wouldn't leave her alone.

 

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Evie looked up at Ina. "...I know a bit about protecting myself...b...but not very much."

 

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The Eternal Fire was in high orbit of a small backwater world called Yamatai. Hidden beneath the waves of the Dragon's Triangle, Luna had Gaku seen to as Sarah and the fleet moved towards her. The Third was so far all that remained, the Seventh having  been cut off by a Light Faction fleet and forced to take the long way. The rendezvous was here, at Yamatai, and Luna was concerned about this entire thing - Yamatai was not a good place...but the stigma could keep them safe.

She waited for Gaku in the main viewing room, needing someone to talk to.

 

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Elsewhere, many figures stood in a central room. Where this room existed was anyone's guess, but together they had set forth a series of motions that were driving many lives to an inevitable path.

"The Dawn has been awakened. We are preparing the Hyper Dimensional Gate. We just need a place to set it." Said the wispy little man.

"The best place to set forth this game changing warship would most likely be here." Oriana sad, finger delicately placed over the world of the Keyblade Graveyard. "The sight of sorrow, a site of sadness. But also the site of a new hope for the worlds. So here is where we return Zion's chariot. Omnimon. Find Yui - it is time we started being a bit more...invasive with our efforts."

 

The Eternal Fire was in high orbit of a small backwater world called Yamatai. Hidden beneath the waves of the Dragon's Triangle, Luna had Gaku seen to as Sarah and the fleet moved towards her. The Third was so far all that remained, the Seventh having  been cut off by a Light Faction fleet and forced to take the long way. The rendezvous was here, at Yamatai, and Luna was concerned about this entire thing - Yamatai was not a good place...but the stigma could keep them safe. She waited for Gaku in the main viewing room, needing someone to talk to.

 

 

A few days has passed since Gaku awoken from his slumber. He spent most of his time recovering and training himself. He continues to train his Keyblade in secret and worked on his skills with light and darkness as well as the pins. He still wonders about his powers and if he should expose himself as the Keyblade Wielder, but he still wants to wait for the right time. Perhaps as a surprise attack to his opponent when there are no options left.

 

Gaku left the training room and walked out to the Main Viewing Room. Recently he was debriefed of the next world they are going to rendezvous. He looked out the windows to see the world in orbit. Interesting. An island with the wild jungle and temples. I wonder what awaits us there? Gaku wondered. He moved away from the windows and noticed Luna with a worried look that is written upon her face. Gaku sat down on one of the chairs. "Oi. What's eating you?" He asked.

Zion was stabalized so far, but still unconcious...or so people thought. She had grown adept at not waking up, or appearing not to. She herself was exhausted, but lonely.

"Xion..."

She whispered the name of the one person she loved so dearly. "Don't let me be alone."

Zion could swear that a hand was laid on her forehead. She opened her eyes, but nothing was there...but it was there. Even in death, it seemed, her dearly beloved wouldn't leave her alone.

 

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[Hanger Bay aboard the Medical Cruiser Deliverance]

 

"Patient vitals are ok." a nurse informed as the medical staff who were tasked with healing Zion continued their efforts. "blood transfusion complete. Patient successfully stabilized. Starting revival procedures now." 

"Xion..." the medical team and Victoria heard Zion whisper, "Don't let me be alone." The raven haired sergeant walked up to the winged blonde and placed her hand on Zion's head. She associated me with that name, and Snider thinks whoever that person is was important to her. Might as well try comforting her so we can get her quickly back on her feet.  After removing her hand, Zion finally opened her eyes. 

"Patient is awake!" the head doctor exclaimed, "continue the revival efforts. Nice work team!" Victoria stood over Zion, looking down at the girl. "Don't move. You're in a safe place now. Just relax until we say you can move again. Understand?" She raised an arm into the air while making a fist with her hand, signaling Snider and Charlotte that Zion had finally woken up. Sighing in relief, the raven haired sergeant could finally relax a little after the intensely stressful events that had transpired.

{Rho: Twilight Town; Beach}

"Not sure." Rho answered, rubbing the back of his head.

He was actually getting a little worried that he was staying away from home too long, but he felt like Dawn needed his help and he didn't think she was ready to be introduced to the Decolor.

"I'll need to call Alexi soon." He thought. "Maybe after this spell."

"Wanna try a blizzard spell?" He ventured aloud to Dawn. "I'm pretty good at those."

 

{Casumi: Home; Streets}

Casumi gave Neena a short bow before leaving her boss and Severa alone. As she walked out into the perpetual rainy night of the world the Decolor called "Home", she felt like she had been gone years, instead of a month. It had taken Clara a lot of time and magic to keep Casumi breathing after a mission went way south. Alexi had told Casumi to take time off and she hadn't argued. But now, it was time to go back to work.

As the Shape Summoner walked through the rain, she heard noise from the canteen. Deciding it was best to see how others were doing, she headed for the canteen.

 

{Thet: Twilight Town; Market Street}

Thet walked quickly along the Twilight Town street, considering the possible involvement of that Kelfka guy. It might be nothing, but he made her skin crawl. Maybe she could get Alexi to look into the clown.

The Ulthor Team Leader's thought train was halted by her phone buzzing. She pulled it out and answered it.

"Hello, Thet?" The caller said.

"Quincy?" She asked.

"Yes, it's Quincy." He answered. "It's all done. Come back to base and I'll bind it to you. Then we can seal the deal."

"Alright." Thet said after a beat. "I'll use a corridor and be in your office in a minute."

She hung up and marched for one of the extraction sites the Decolor had mapped on Twilight Town. After half a minute to make sure she didn't have a tail, she made it to a site and opened a dark corridor. She preferred to only use them in emergencies, but time was off the essence.

 

{Thet: Home; Quincy's work shop}

Thet exited the corridor and closed it in the hallway outside Quincy's lab. She took a steadying breath, then went into the lab.

"How's it look?" She asked.

 

{Alph: Home; Canteen}

Alph gave Luna a thankful look and went around the bar and sat down.

"Thanks, just don't volunteer too much." He warned. "Neena and Alexi tend to give extra work to the people they think are willing."

 

{Alexi & Cron: Home; Lab}

Cron gave Hotaru an annoyed look.

"Your skills aren't what I'm worried about." She replied, frowning.

Why did Alexi do this to her?

"This mission is just...personal."

 

{Ina: Space}

Ina stared into Evie's eyes intently, like she was trying to read the girl's soul.

"Then we'll see what I can teach you when we get you home." She finally said, firmly.

This might destroy what her family has now, but Ina knew about family. No matter what, family sticker together.

"Give me a second." She said. "I'll be right back."

She stepped away from Evie and hit a few keys on her belt. She was swallowed up in a rainbow tornado, leaving Evie alone in the shuttle. Five minutes passed before the swirling lights appeared again and Ina was back. She looked a little shaken as she handed Evie a canister.

"Release the valve slowly." She instructed, pointing out the valve on top of the canister. "It will make you feel better."

Ina turned away and went to the controls and typed in a heading for Twilight Town.

Dawn smiled at Rho, and nodded at him in excitement. She looked at the big stack of sandbags, and raised her hands, which were coated in Ice magic which she was careful in preparing. She was being careful not to lose control of the spell as she was focusing on it without being distracted. She then threw her hands forward, and fired a Blizzard Tornado from her hands at the big stack of sandbags, with Diamond Dust spewed out of the Tornado, and sent the frozen sandbags flying. Dawn was amazed by this, and clapped her hands in excitement. "Wow! I think that worked out better than I thought!" Shouted Dawn, talking to herself out loud with an excited tone in her voice.

{Lunaris}Luna's eyes were unfocused by a few seconds while she was making a drink for Alph. Once the drink was finished she put the glass in front of Alph."One must do what one must do."After that she made another drink for the Doc and another for herself."Besides~ If I stay still for too long I tend to get restless. It's funny...that coming from a sniper, I mean."{Hotaru}"I can respect that."Hotaru answered and nodded."What I cannot respect is the fact that you're trying to do it alone. You're not in your best condition and will be getting used to a new hand."The young Wielder looked around the room slowly."I'm sure some of the Decolor members would be sad if something were to happen to you. I know I would."Hotaru then returned his eyes to the Ulthor assassin."In any case. How long until we are set to go to our mission? I would like to get ready and let Luna know I'm going with you."

(Sorry for not posting here for a while! I'll try to be more attentive to this RP in the future.)

 

Braxen

Braxen sighed and walked away from Syfe, "If being in means being your mindless mercenary, than no, I'm through walking that path." he said, feeling that this had been a complete waste of time. Of course, just because he didn't join these people didn't mean he couldn't find a way to make a difference somehow.

 

Stan

"I'd be happy to go with Cron and Hotaru." Stan said, and then turned to Cron, "I understand that you think you want to do this alone, but Alexi's right. One's the most vulnerable number. With you, Hotaru, and I working together, we'll have a much better chance at taking down this Lacuna lady. So, when would you like to start?"

 

Clara

"Thank you Lunaris." Clara said politely, when she heard someone else come through the door, "Casumi! It's good to see that you're back. How are you feeling?" she asked, glad to see that her college was back on the team. Saving her life was probably the most chalenging thing she ever successfully done, but it was nice to see Casumi looking fit as a fiddle again.

(I am so sorry if it's confusing you Yuffie xDI'll try not to do stuff like this ever again if I can help it)

[Milo](Oh no, continue doing so please! I just meant that you're way more knowledgeable of ships and military procedures than I am.)Milo looked to the medic that had asked him what had happened. "Direct hit to the side, large stab wound all the way through. Several other more minor wounds and a few burns. She likely collapsed due to exhaustion and/or blood loss." He said, recalling as much as he could from the battle that had just taken place. As much as he'd have liked to be more helpful, during the fight itself he had been more focused upon his own battles than those of others around him. Milo turned to Charlotte, Snider, and Blore. He raised an eyebrow at Blore, having been unaware that the armored man had come with them. "Hell of a battle huh?" Milo said, running his hand through his disheveled hair.[Ryonne & Severa] (Important for development, but doesn't pertain to anybody's characters at the moment)

Ryonne stared at Severa. She did the same. Then she turned and started to leave. "Wait." Ryonne said curtly. "Why should I?" She countered, looking back at the Swordsman."We never had the chance to after our last argument. You left in the middle of the night." Ryonne said. Severa turned away from him again."Well, have you changed your views?" She asked her voice softer than normal."No." Ryonne said."Then we have nothing more to say to each other!" She screamed at him. "But we do." Ryonne said, his voice still calm."No we don't! You've made yourself quite clear on this matter." The Mercenary continued, still yelling at the Swordsman, giving him a glare."Calm down Severa. If you stopped yourself for even a moment than you'd see I'm right.""I can't stop! If I don't keep going than I'll never get him back!""You're going into dark places Severa. Only the darkest of magic can bring back the dead." Ryonne said, his tone cautious."I'm not afraid of the dark. Not anymore." Severa finished, voice back to a whisper. The two old friends stared at each other caught in a stalemate.

[Quincy]The Scholar smiled at Thet. "Oh, it's perfect! One of my most grand works for sure." He said, leading her deeper into his workplace. Once he reached the counter that held the keyblade, he stopped. He fished into his pocket for his key, and unlocked the display case. He pulled out the fake keyblade, and placed it in That's hands. He snapped his fingers, and circular symbols appeared upon a That's forearm. "And done. It's bonded to you so that you can summon and dismiss it at will." Quincy said.(You can choose what it looks like riku.)[Azalea]The Blizzard blew past Casumi who was in the door of the canteen. She sat down quickly in a seat at the bar. She smiled apologetically at Casumi, then looked expectantly at Lunaris. "A good glass of Arendelle Lager please!" She said asked, smiling. [syfe & Leonarda]Syfe smiled to himself, then turned around. "Braxen, stop. You passed my test." He said, a knowing grin playing on his lips. "I apologize for not being honest with you, but that's the express version of the test. I ask you to kill someone mindlessly. If you try to do so, then you are unfit for my Order, and I'd kill you on the spot. But you chose correctly, and attempted to leave." Syfe explained to Braxen. Leonarda smiled at Brooklyn."Told ya so." She said.[Hiroki]Hiroki trudged through the snow of his home world, still carrying Takako's body. The wind blew hard, but Hiroki was used to it. He had trained in these conditions almost all his life. A mere storm like this couldn't shake him now. He spotted his destination. The summit of the tallest mountain. It was a place blessed by the chis of the Chosen Ones that had come before him. It was eternally sunny and flower blooming time up there. It was in that spot that he would bury his lost friend. He made the final step onto the springy grass of the summit. He laid Takako down carefully. He began to set in to his work, digging with purpose and passion. Each shovelful of dirt seemed to bring Hiroki closer to tears. But he finished his job. He carefully set the body of his friend into the hole, and refilled it. He grasped her axes, and drove them into the ground. He turned, and began to walk away. [Mali]Mali was sitting in her office, calmly relaxing. The darkness had almost fully healed her from her encounter with Nikolai and his gaggle of friends. Her phone rang. She quickly answered it. "Hello? Ah, Kefka! What delightful news have for me today? A location hmm? Oh, you tracked down a Decolor agent and put a beacon on her. How devious. Yes, thank you. I'll get you your pay for this valuable information soon." Mali hung up. She smiled. Getting rid of the Decolor was now on the top of her to do list.

[Milo](Oh no, continue doing so please! I just meant that you're way more knowledgeable of ships and military procedures than I am.)Milo looked to the medic that had asked him what had happened. "Direct hit to the side, large stab wound all the way through. Several other more minor wounds and a few burns. She likely collapsed due to exhaustion and/or blood loss." He said, recalling as much as he could from the battle that had just taken place. As much as he'd have liked to be more helpful, during the fight itself he had been more focused upon his own battles than those of others around him. Milo turned to Charlotte, Snider, and Blore. He raised an eyebrow at Blore, having been unaware that the armored man had come with them. "Hell of a battle huh?" Milo said, running his hand through his disheveled hair.[Ryonne & Severa] (Important for development, but doesn't pertain to anybody's characters at the moment)

Ryonne stared at Severa. She did the same. Then she turned and started to leave. "Wait." Ryonne said curtly. "Why should I?" She countered, looking back at the Swordsman."We never had the chance to after our last argument. You left in the middle of the night." Ryonne said. Severa turned away from him again."Well, have you changed your views?" She asked her voice softer than normal."No." Ryonne said."Then we have nothing more to say to each other!" She screamed at him. "But we do." Ryonne said, his voice still calm."No we don't! You've made yourself quite clear on this matter." The Mercenary continued, still yelling at the Swordsman, giving him a glare."Calm down Severa. If you stopped yourself for even a moment than you'd see I'm right.""I can't stop! If I don't keep going than I'll never get him back!""You're going into dark places Severa. Only the darkest of magic can bring back the dead." Ryonne said, his tone cautious."I'm not afraid of the dark. Not anymore." Severa finished, voice back to a whisper. The two old friends stared at each other caught in a stalemate.

[Quincy]The Scholar smiled at Thet. "Oh, it's perfect! One of my most grand works for sure." He said, leading her deeper into his workplace. Once he reached the counter that held the keyblade, he stopped. He fished into his pocket for his key, and unlocked the display case. He pulled out the fake keyblade, and placed it in That's hands. He snapped his fingers, and circular symbols appeared upon a That's forearm. "And done. It's bonded to you so that you can summon and dismiss it at will." Quincy said.(You can choose what it looks like riku.)[Azalea]The Blizzard blew past Casumi who was in the door of the canteen. She sat down quickly in a seat at the bar. She smiled apologetically at Casumi, then looked expectantly at Lunaris. "A good glass of Arendelle Lager please!" She said asked, smiling. [syfe & Leonarda]Syfe smiled to himself, then turned around. "Braxen, stop. You passed my test." He said, a knowing grin playing on his lips. "I apologize for not being honest with you, but that's the express version of the test. I ask you to kill someone mindlessly. If you try to do so, then you are unfit for my Order, and I'd kill you on the spot. But you chose correctly, and attempted to leave." Syfe explained to Braxen. Leonarda smiled at Brooklyn."Told ya so." She said.[Hiroki]Hiroki trudged through the snow of his home world, still carrying Takako's body. The wind blew hard, but Hiroki was used to it. He had trained in these conditions almost all his life. A mere storm like this couldn't shake him now. He spotted his destination. The summit of the tallest mountain. It was a place blessed by the chis of the Chosen Ones that had come before him. It was eternally sunny and flower blooming time up there. It was in that spot that he would bury his lost friend. He made the final step onto the springy grass of the summit. He laid Takako down carefully. He began to set in to his work, digging with purpose and passion. Each shovelful of dirt seemed to bring Hiroki closer to tears. But he finished his job. He carefully set the body of his friend into the hole, and refilled it. He grasped her axes, and drove them into the ground. He turned, and began to walk away. [Mali]Mali was sitting in her office, calmly relaxing. The darkness had almost fully healed her from her encounter with Nikolai and his gaggle of friends. Her phone rang. She quickly answered it. "Hello? Ah, Kefka! What delightful news have for me today? A location hmm? Oh, you tracked down a Decolor agent and put a beacon on her. How devious. Yes, thank you. I'll get you your pay for this valuable information soon." Mali hung up. She smiled. Getting rid of the Decolor was now on the top of her to do list.

"That's now what I mean. I feel something... somewhere. Keep your wits about you." Brooklyn said in reply.

[Milo](Oh no, continue doing so please! I just meant that you're way more knowledgeable of ships and military procedures than I am.)Milo looked to the medic that had asked him what had happened. "Direct hit to the side, large stab wound all the way through. Several other more minor wounds and a few burns. She likely collapsed due to exhaustion and/or blood loss." He said, recalling as much as he could from the battle that had just taken place. As much as he'd have liked to be more helpful, during the fight itself he had been more focused upon his own battles than those of others around him. Milo turned to Charlotte, Snider, and Blore. He raised an eyebrow at Blore, having been unaware that the armored man had come with them. "Hell of a battle huh?" Milo said, running his hand through his disheveled hair.

[Medical Cruiser Deliverance]

Soaking in the hustle and bustle of activities that were occurring in the busy hanger, Charlotte was looking everywhere at everything as she, along with Snider and Blore, made their way across the hanger bay to where Milo and Emily were. It wasn't long before the trio were finally back with the captain. "Hell of a battle huh?" they heard Milo remark. Snider and Charlotte quietly nodded in agreement. Noticing the captain's odd look at Blore, Snider quickly addressed the situation. "The marines were mistaken and believed that he was an ally to us, and brought him aboard." After a moment of silence, Snider continued, "his name is Blore. Turns out he wasn't a civilian."

 

Meanwhile...

After hearing Milo's details on how Emily was hurt, the doctors quickly got to work. After stabilizing the girl and requesting more specialized tools, it wasn't long before the medical team was able to bring her back to health. "Patient is stable and recovering." one of the nurses remarked, signalling the end of the intensive revival procedures, "Wake up, dear. You're gonna be ok now."

Zion looked over. Victoria was there. She disliked her but she was still here. It made Zion smile weakly, then extend a hand shakily to Victoria.

"H-hey. T-think I c-can te your hand...j-just for awhile? I...I have no one to hold my hand and tell me I'm okay..." she teared up. "I'm okay, right? I...I don't know if I'm okay.." she sounded serious. "H-how bad was it? W-what....what happened? D-did we win?"

 

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Evie began to open the valve slowly as asked, looking at Ina. "...who do you place your loyalties?"

 

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Luna looked at Gaku. "Something is not right. Zion awakening and just going ballistic. How did she see me get hit? And why did I not get really hurt? More of thrown back. Then Sarah takes me away before we can get Zion. Gaku, something is going on and I am afraid. Things are happening. And Zion..Zion's weak. Without someone she loves to share her bed, she recharges her energy slowly. And she's far from me behind enemy lines. I cancan't help her and I feel as if that was planned." She bit her lip. "Like it's all someone's plan."

 

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Oriana chuckled. "She knows much. Yui dear?"

 

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The Deliverance would then recieve a communication, directing it to drop off Zion and her companions at the Keyblade Graveyard as soon as possible. The orders were tagged from a General Kirigaya...whoever that was.

Zion looked over. Victoria was there. She disliked her but she was still here. It made Zion smile weakly, then extend a hand shakily to Victoria.

"H-hey. T-think I c-can te your hand...j-just for awhile? I...I have no one to hold my hand and tell me I'm okay..." she teared up. "I'm okay, right? I...I don't know if I'm okay.." she sounded serious. "H-how bad was it? W-what....what happened? D-did we win?"

 

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The Deliverance would then recieve a communication, directing it to drop off Zion and her companions at the Keyblade Graveyard as soon as possible. The orders were tagged from a General Kirigaya...whoever that was.

[Medical Cruiser Deliverance]

 

On the Bridge of the Medical cruiser...

 

The admiral was quietly watching the eerily serene landscape of the stars amidst the black sea that was outside the thick glass of the command room. The old man's pure blue eyes was diligently scanning the lanes-between, fearful and anticipating another sudden call to war. It's been so many years... I've seen too many lights extinguished prematurely within the hull of this ship. How many more must be sacrificed? How long must this war continue? His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the signal's officer. "Sir," the man calmly informed, "we've been hailed by an unknown source. They are requesting that we drop off someone named 'Zion', along with her companions, to the Keyblade Graveyard."

The admiral quietly turned and faced the officer. "Who is making this request?"

"Someone identified as General Kirigaya."

"We don't have anyone with that name. Bring it up to command."

"Yes sir."

 

The admiral listened in to the communication exchange as the officer carried out the request. "Deliverance to Command Constellation."

"Constellation, go ahead."

"We've received a message from an unknown source. Relaying message now. Please advise?"

"Standby..."

A short moment of silence from the radio, then the other voice hailed a new fleet. "Keyblade Graveyard, huh? Ok, ok... that means... these guys are stationed there. This is Task Force Saber to Command Task Force Javelin, please respond."

"Javelin, go ahead."

"We've received a message from an unknown source, asking to drop off someone at the Graveyard. Relaying message now. Can you check the world?"

"Message received. Hmmm... I see nothing out the window. We'll scramble several wings and sweep the area. Preliminary looks say that there is no obvious traps."

"Understood. Did you get that, Deliverance?"

The officer concluded the conversation. "Deliverance to Command, understood." He turned around and faced the admiral. "No threats spotted at the Graveyard, sir."

"Good. Find out if we have this person aboard our ship and relay the message to them."

"Understood sir."

The admiral smiled as he watched the officer collaborate with another comms officer. Whoever this person is, I wish them the best of luck. As a marine entered the bridge and talked to the two officers, the radio once again cackled with the voices. "Deliverance, can you send data about that signal? We need to triangulate the initial relay point." Heh, too bad I'm retiring; it would be nice to know what that was all about.

 

Back down in the hanger...

 

Victoria was quietly standing near Zion, unsure what to do now that the girl was awake. She wanted to go back to Snider and talk to him, but his orders were preventing the sergeant from doing so. "H-hey." the injured blond sputtered, "T-think I c-can te your hand...j-just for awhile? I...I have no one to hold my hand and tell me I'm okay..." The raven-haired girl was tempted to offer her hand in comfort, but hesitated due to the medical staff that were still surrounding the girl. "Don't worry," One of the nurses reassured, "She's fine. You can do whatever you want to her, just don't touch the equipment or the tubes that are sticking outta her." VIctoria nodded, then slowly removed her left glove before reaching for Zion's hands.

 

"I'm okay, right? I...I don't know if I'm okay... H-how bad was it? W-what....what happened? D-did we win?"

Victoria looked down at the girl, her blue eyes slightly dull, but her tiny smile genuine, "You were hit pretty bad," she gently whispered, "but you're ok now. We didn't win; We had to get you off that place as quickly as possible and had to forfeit the fight. We're on board the Deliverance so people can take care of you. You're gonna be ok." The raven-haired sergeant knew that when it came to being the sympathetic and caring one, Charlotte was the better option. She quickly hailed her sister by waiving at her, and soon Charlotte was jogging across the hanger to reach their location. "Take care of Zion," Victoria informed her sister, "since you're better at this than I am. I'm gonna go over to Snider and see what's going on." Charlotte quietly nodded and Victoria started to walk away... 

 

Not too far away, several marines confronted the doctors to confirm the patient's name. After a quick nod, the marines then made a beeline towards Milo and the group. "Captain!" the corporal formally addressed, "a message from a general not affiliated with our Forces has sent a direct message to this ship. It's regarding the patient in Med bay 1." The rifleman handed the keyblade captain a sheet of paper.

 

>>>For Captain Milo's Eyes only<<<

>>>Message Relay from Deliverance Communication's Officer Bo Jenkins

[Message Begins] Captain, Deliverance has been relayed a message from an unknown general who goes by Kirigaya. Unknown affiliation and no record exists for the person in question. Subject demands that 'Zion and her companions' must be dropped off at Keyblade Graveyard ASAP. Med. Gummi Liberator has relayed a patient named 'Zion' and was escorted by you and Lt. Snider, and was assumed that this is the person in question. Command Task Force Javelin is stationed near the area and is conducting sweeps to ascertain the situation. Proceed with caution. 

[End Message]

 

Snider saw the marines handing the captain the sheet of paper. "What's going on?" he asked curiously, "or is that classified information?"

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[Hanger Bay, aboard Medical Cruiser Deliverance]

 

Snider and Charlotte stood there blinking as the armed stranger clarified himself. "I'm sorry, I wasn't very clear, I myself was not present when the gods left. That is a legend... no, I suppose an acknowledged fact is a better way of putting it. It is very well known." 

"I don't think we have this world and its history on file," the officer informed the stranger as he started trying to remember any relevant information on the matter.

"Aww, so much for calling you 'grandpa' then," Charlotte giggled as she looked down in disappointment.

The stranger continued. "But all the same, I must confess, I am old. Incredibly so."

 

"We can totally call him grandpa!" Snider enthusiastically proclaimed, making Charlotte break into a full blown laugh as the stranger pointed at his mask.

"Should the mask come off, I doubt there would be any question of that. I don't remember how old I am. Indeed, I remember very little, in the grand scheme of things. Which, I suppose, is the price of getting to be this old to begin with." 

"So you don't remember how old you are. That's unfortunate. We'll still call you grandpa if we can't remember your name." The officer pointed to the world of Elympios that was outside the hanger, looking rather picturesque against the metal and mechanical frame that bordered the world and the hanger exit. "So, who or what was the god that created the city that you know? And for that matter, what was the city called?" Snider was genuinely curious now that he was confident on having no clue as to what this world is, where it is on the worlds map, and history for that matter. Captain Milo never mentioned gods. Then again, I just met the kupo...

 

Grandpa.  The term of endearment had a nice ring to it. It made Blore feel happy, and, more importantly, wanted, which was something he had not experienced for some time. "The god's name was Gwynn," he answered to Snider's question. Then, somewhat hesitantly, "He's dead." It was an idea that still had a bit of an odd ring about it, something that somehow was banished to the back of his mind. With his quest brought back to his train of thought, Blore stiffened up a bit. "Which, really, is why I'm here, I suppose. My... world, is that how you put it?" It was what he had gathered, from listening to some of the talk on the ship: different lands were referred to as "worlds." "My world has a problem. The first flame... that is, the light that gives us life, is going out. There's been several attempts to relight it. Some of which resulted in... catastrophic failures. And Gwynn, he was the god of Light, and... well, let's just say his death isn't the only thing that stopped him from doing the world good." Blore was unable to hide the distaste in his voice, as the images of New Londo flashed in his head. "So now, I'm trying to find a light that can sustain the world indefinitely."

 

The conversation ended as the party ran into Captain Milo, who eyed up the knight with some suspicion. Blore tried to bow slightly in response. "A hell of a battle indeed," he said in response to Milo's conversation starter. "As I was just telling your colleagues here, the only time I've seen powers such as the ones you display, it was reserved for those of dietic status." Then, with a chuckle, "Had I known that I was the only one here that still fought with his feet on the ground, I might have been more hesitant to offer assistance."

{Rho: Twilight Town; Beach}

Rho looked a little dumbfounded at the carnage Dawn's magic had done. After a few seconds, he regained his composure.

"I think that's all the magic we'll do for now." He said. "If we do this again, it will be to have you teach me how to do magic."

He gave Dawn a grin.

"I'm guessing you've got similar talents with your sword?" He asked.

 

{Alph & Casumi: Home; Canteen}

Alph paused with his drink almost to his lips.

"An impatient sniper." He said, then shrugged. "It's not like we don't have other oddities around town."

Casumi shook herself a little when she entered the Canteen and took Clara's greeting with a smile. She gave a double thumbs up to the question, as she didn't use words when she didn't feel she had too. Alph put his drink down and looked back at the Shape Summoner.

"Hey, kitty cat." He greeted.

Casumi gave the Ulthor Marksmen a tight smile before taking a seat on the otherside of Clara from him.

"Water, please." She asked Luna.

She gave Azalea a polite little wave.

 

{Alexi & Cron: Home; Lab}

Alexi smiled at Stan.

"Thank you, Stan." The Founder said. "I'm sure the three of you will work well together."

Cron grumbled under her breath, understanding that part of Alexi's last statement was aimed at her.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to call." Alexi said.

He gave Cron a long look, then left the lab. The Ulthor Assasin fumed. This was actually kind of sweet, but she didn't feel like appreciating it. It didn't help that Hotaru and Stan were being "understanding." They didn't understand. And if Cron was lucky, they wouldn't figure that out until the job was over.

"We'll head out in half an hour, max." She answered Hotaru and Stan, purposefully ignoring their other comments. "If you get ready faster, we'll leave faster."

She looked up at her two partners for the mission and shrugged one shoulder.

"Don't worry." She said glumly. "I won't leave you behind."

 

{Thet: Home; Quincy's office}

Thet merely nodded to Quincy's explaining about the blade as she studied the fake. It looked to be based on the Legendary Kingdom Key wielded by the Keyblade Hero Sora. Its teeth resembled a three point crown (like the key charm of Oblivion) and there was only half a hand guard on the opposite side from the teeth. It was all silvers and whites, except for a strip of blue where blade met the hand guard and a black handle. The keychain looked to be a lightning bolt.

"It looks good, Quincy." Thet told him before dismissing the blade, then resummoning it. "Very good."

She dismissed it again.

"Le Chef should be moving, so I'll get dressed for the part and met up with him." She said.

She closed her eyes for a moment. She didn't want to do this, but she had long ago learned that what must be done wasn't always what you wanted.

"See you when this is over." Thet told Quincy before leaving his office to get ready.

(Dave, start Le Chef on his path. Thet will pop up when she is needed.)

 

{Ina: Space; In Transit to Twilight Town}

Ina didn't react to Evie's question for a while as she looked out through the view port.

"No where, I suppose." She said softly, with a hint of regret.

She turned in her seat to look at Evie, her face going hard.

"The ones who I am loyal to will think me a traitor now. Don't ask who they are. You are better off not knowing. I promised I would get you home, and I will. I said I'd teach you to defend yourself, and that offer still stands. After that, we'll see."

She turned back to look outside the ship.

 

{Queen Mercedes: Disney Castle}

Queen Mercedes looked down at a captain of her palace guard who was being executed for his blunder in letting the Decolor team get away. The raid had aided in one of the Queen's plans, so the captain was given a clean death. With the deed done, The Queen swept off her balcony and into her chambers. The loss of the de Wynter girl, Evie, was of concern. She still could have been useful and if she was discovered by her family...

The Mouse of Disney use a computer terminal to contact one of her assassin teams with the order to hunt down and kill Evie de Wynter at all costs.

{Lunaris}"So true~"Lunaris answered Alph with a smile before she saw Azalea coming inside."A good glass of Arendelle Lager please!" She said.The Sniper girl gave a two fingered salute at the Blizzard and began to work on the drink. A couple of minutes later she placed the drink in front of Azalea."There you go! One glass of Arendelle Lager~" She said before going to Casumi. "And here is your glass of water!"Once the job was done, Lunaris went back behind the bar and made another drink for herself.{Hotaru}"I'm sure you won't." Hotaru said while turning around. "But I get the feeling that you wish you could."With those last words Hotaru left the lab and went to his and Lunaris' room."This mission is going to be awkward." He thought once in the room. "In any case...I should get some supplies, then I will call Lunaris."

Dawn looked at Rho as she smiled at him, and slightly blushed as she heard what he was saying. She took out her sword, and smiled at it. She felt confident in hoping that her sword skills were as good as her Magic. She looked at Rho, and smiled at him. "You could say that, hehe. Let's find out." Said Dawn, talking to Rho with an excited tone in her voice.

 

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Luna looked at Gaku. "Something is not right. Zion awakening and just going ballistic. How did she see me get hit? And why did I not get really hurt? More of thrown back. Then Sarah takes me away before we can get Zion. Gaku, something is going on and I am afraid. Things are happening. And Zion..Zion's weak. Without someone she loves to share her bed, she recharges her energy slowly. And she's far from me behind enemy lines. I cancan't help her and I feel as if that was planned." She bit her lip. "Like it's all someone's plan."

 

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Gaku listened to Luna as she explained her feelings about the past events. He felt a little irked about a couple points mentioned in her explanation, but he tried to piece together her thoughts. "Well, it could have been a coincidence for Zion to awake during the events of Twilight Town, but there's a good chance that the situation with the universe might have called Zion to wake from her slumber." Gaku said as he got up from his chair. Gaku began walking to the window. "As for the other questions? I don't know honestly. Maybe Zion was able to sense you or something. And let you tell this, we communicated through telepathy thanks to my ability. She told me to get you and Sarah onto the Yggrasil and get you two to safety." Gaku viewed out the window as he continued talking. "Could it be someone's planning? I don't know. As far as I know, we have three corrupted sides. Light, corrupted by Mercedes. Dark, corrupted by Mali, and that Wielder-killing organization, Decolor. Our side is pure, so our purpose is to restore balance, and eradicate Decolor."

 

Gaku turned his back at the window and faced Luna. "We will soon catch up Sarah, and plan our next move. Soon, you'll be able to rescue Zion." Gaku said. He gives a ghost smile (basically a small smirk). "I'm sure she's thinking you two." Gaku looked at the window again to see Yamatai getting closer. "It looks like we will be arriving soon."