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 Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 5:46 pm Post subject: A New Fanfiction: Final Fantasy 8 (Chapter 13) |
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(You know, even though I don't get any reviews or critiques on this fan fiction I still enjoy writing it a posting it here for all of you to read. It's just like my Q & A thread in my blog, nobody sends me any questions to answer but I continue it anyway, because I enjoy making up smarky remarks for the questions I make up or find on the Internet.)
Chapter 13:
They all met up on the giant pathway in front of the Garden. Everyone seemed on edge as they waited. Quistis paced back and forth and Zell practiced some of his fighting stances. Selphie rocked on her feet and Rinoa sat on the edge of a small fern patch, kicking her feet in the air.
“The master should be coming with the orders soon.” Quistis told Squall and Tylor as they approached.
A few minutes later a yellow van began to approach from the Graden. Rinoa was the first to spot it. “Oh! I think that’s him.” She looked at Squall and Tylor and said, “Just pretend I’m a SeeD, too. It’ll be less complicated that way.”
She hopped off the fern patch and joined the others as they began to line up. The Garden Headmaster, Martine, climbed out of the van. Everyone saluted him as he approached. Rinoa tried to mimic the others. She kept looking over her shoulder at Squall as she copied his salute.
“Good day.” Martine began to pace back and forth in front of the group. “I have official orders from Headmaster Cid addressed to you. Following regulations, I have gone over these orders. After careful consideration of our options, we have decided to fully assist and cooperate with Headmaster Cid. Actually, we too, have been planning for this for quite some time now.” He stopped pacing and faced the group. “In order to stress the importance of this mission, I must first brief you on the current situation.”
He added, “At ease.” Everyone relaxed as he continued his speech. “You all know about the sorceress being appointed as the peace ambassador for the Galbadian government. However, this ambassador thing is just a cover up. There will be no peace talks, only threats. The sorceress creates fear among people. Therefore, peace talks are impossible. Galbadia is planning to use this fear to negotiate favourable conditions for itself. It is clear that Galbadia’s ultimate goal is world domination. Garden is no exception, either. It is a fact that the sorceress is planning to use this Garden as her base.” He nodded wearily. “…We have very few options available to us. We entrust world peace, and the future to you.” Everyone saluted him. He brought out a folder. “Details of the mission are enclosed in these official orders.” He handed the orders to Squall who immediately began reading them over. “Any questions?”
“The orders say by means of ‘a sniper’.” Squall told him. “We have no one with that skill.”
“Don’t worry about it. Let me introduce an elite sharpshooter from Galbadia Garden.” He faced the side of the road and called, “Kinneas! Irvine Kinneas!”
There a man lay on the grass with a finger pointing to the sky. A butterfly flew by and landed on his finger. He made a slight movement with his hand, imitating a gun and causing the bug to flutter away. He stood up and approached the group. He wore a long, light brown trench coat, brown leather pants and a purple undershirt. He carried a sawnoff shotgun, resting it on his shoulder. He tipped his black cowboy hat as he approached.
“This is Irvine Kinneas.” Martine announced as the newcomer began to pace in front of everybody. “He will be your sharpshooter. Leave whenever you’re ready.” He walked back to the van. Before climbing in he told everyone, “Failure is not an option.”
As he climbed into the van Irvine clenched his hand into a gun shape and pointed at the Headmaster. “BANG!”
Once the van drove away Irvine said, “Looks like I’m with you rubes from Balamb.” He tipped his hat. “Greetings.” Zell glared at him. “You cool with me helping you?”
“That depends on your attitude.” Squall told him.
“I say things that get a rise out of some people. Just don’t let it bother you and we’ll get along fine.”
“I’ll remember that.”
Irvine looked over at Tylor, noticing his swords. “I have to say I’ve never seen anyone use two weapons of that size at the same time. Is it something that only Balamb Garden teaches?”
Selphie looked at Tylor, and then back to Irvine. “Hold on. Don’t you two know each other? Tylor said he transferred from here for the SeeD exams.”
Irvine flicked his hair out of his face. “Never seen him before in my life.”
Tylor tried to change the subject. “Hey, Quistis. Did you ever find my file in the archives?”
Quistis crossed her arms. “I didn’t get the chance, but Headmaster Martine said he would look for me and send the results to Balamb.”
“…I see.” At least he still had some time before they found out.
“What’s our next mission?” Selphie asked.
“Our next mission…” Squall announced, “This is no ordinary mission. It’s a direct order from both Balamb and Galbadia Garden. We’re to…”
Tylor interrupted him. “Assassinate the sorceress.” Zell stepped back out of shock.
Squall looked at Tylor for a moment. “…Yes, that’s right.”
“How did you know?” Quistis asked.
Tylor held out his hands in mock annoyance. “I’m psychic. How many times to I have to tell you people?”
Squall continued. “We’re to shoot her from afar. Kinneas will be our sharpshooter. We’re to support Kinneas to our fullest. Should the sniper fail, we are to attack head on.”
“Thanks for the support,” Irvine said, “but I never miss my target.”
Squall ignored him and continued. “Eliminate the sorceress. That’s our order. We’re going to head to the capital of Galbadia, Deling City. There, we’ll meet up with General Caraway to go over the details for the plan.” Rinoa shifted a little when Squall mentioned that name. Tylor was the only one who noticed. “Let’s get going.”
“Well then…” Irvine said, “We’ll need to choose a party for the trip to Deling City.” Irvine chose Rinoa and Selphie to go on his team and Zell, Quistis and Tylor to go on Squall’s. “How’s this?”
“Have a good time…” Squall told them. Both Selphie and Rinoa looked at him like he wasn’t being serious.
“Are you being sarcastic!?” Selphie asked and started jumping around. “You are, aren’t you!? Well, fine then! We WILL have a good time!”
“We understand very well.” Rinoa hugged Irvine’s arm. “Come on Mr. Kinneas, let’s go!” Tylor let out a small laugh as he watched.
“Call me Irvine. I’m a pretty lucky guy. Hand in hand with two beautiful girls!”
Selphie hugged his arm, too. “Irvy Kinnepooo! I’ll make you happy!”
Squall shook his head and sighed. He obviously didn’t know what had gotten into them. As Irvine’s team left Quistis said, “I think I feel sick…”
Zell punched his knuckles together. “Irvine Kinneas… Loser…!”
Quistis grabbed Tylor’s hand and leaned on him. “Come on, Tylor. Let’s go!”
Tylor laughed. “Lead the way, Ma’am.”
Zell ran up to the end of the path and called, “Squall, let’s get going! We have to get there before they do!”
After traversing a mile and a half of red desert they made it to the train platform. It looked as though Squall’s group had made it there first. As they climbed the platform’s stairs Tylor say small groups of students from the Garden. The kids were talking about what to do once they got to Deling City. Everyone in Squall’s group purchased a ticket and boarded the green train.
As they filed in Tylor approached the console for the door to the next car. Knowing Selphie would want to look out the window he slipped his ticket in the machine and opened the door.
Irvine’s team entered the train at that moment. Tylor was right. The door opened as Selphie approached. “Hey, you caught on!” The door closed behind her as she ran off.
The train’s P.A. turned on. A voice announced, “This train, bound for Deling City, will be departing shortly.”
The train lurched forward as it departed. Rinoa laughed. “This is the only train bound for Deling City anyway.” Everyone else started laughing, too.
“Hmm… Perhaps it’s fate?” Irvine asked.
Tylor nodded his head. He was tired. “I’m going to be in the cabin if anyone needs me.” He left the others and entered the cabin in the next car. He sat down on the couch and let his head rest on the back.
He closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep when he heard somebody enter the room. He looked up and saw Quistis.
“Yes?” He asked.
Quistis crossed her arms. She didn’t look too happy. “Do you think you can fool everyone?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t expect me to believe you’re actually psychic, do you?”
Tylor let his head drop onto the couch. “You want proof, don’t you?” He lifted his arm and placed his finger on his forehead. “The power of my mind tells me that Irvine is hitting on Selphie.”
Quistis huffed as she looked through the door and saw Irvine talking to Selphie. “Selphie… We’re destined to be together!”
“Y-Yeah right…!” She sighed.
“A sigh of love?”
She looked away. “N-No…!”
Irvine left. He tipped his hat at Quistis as he passed by on his way to the other car.
Quistis looked back at Tylor, unsatisfied. “Please, anyone could have guessed that. Irvine is a womanizer, there’s not secret to it.”
Tylor waved his hand. “You can believe me if you want, or you can choose not to trust me. Either way it’s your decision, and I don’t really care right now.”
Quistis sighed. “OK, suppose I DO believe you, do you have any insights on how this mission is going to end?”
Tylor was fed up with keeping secrets so he decided to tell her, sense it was going to happen anyway. She probably wouldn’t believe him, so he wouldn’t be changing the future if he did. “Do you really want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Our mission will be a failure.”
Quistis stayed silent for a moment. “…Really?”
“Yes. Then we will be thrown in jail, thereafter we break out and find that Galbadia is going to fire missiles at Tribia and Balamb Garden. One group stays behind to try and stop the missiles while the other heads to Balamb to warn everyone on the immanent disaster. The first group fails to stop the missiles and Balamb Garden turns into a floating fortress and evades them.” Tylor lifted his head and smiled.
Quistis smiled back. “OK, I get it. You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not.” Tylor told her, still smiling. “But, like I said, I don’t care if you believe me or not.” He let his head fall back onto the couch.
“Right, I’ll just let you rest.”
Before she left Tylor said, “Here’s one more prediction for you. Zell will get angry at something Irvine says and punch the floor.”
The train shook violently as the P.A. turned on. “Err, there was no damage to the train from that, err, minor vibration… I repeat, there was no damage to the train from that, err, minor vibration…”
Quistis looked at Tylor one last time before leaving. She didn’t seem to know what to believe. Now she knew how he was feeling. |
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