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Djose Knights	By : Helluin Category: Final Fantasy X > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 2673 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: While writing Love Her and Despair, a more general saga, Elma and Lucil kept butting in with UST in the corners. I decided to relieve their tensions with some spin-offs.
Most of these are written for the LJ community ff_yuri_drabble, and there isn't much smut yet. There will be more.

First, however... an introduction to our leading ladies. If you haven't played FFX in a few years, this should refresh your memory. I wrote it a few years ago, before I'd settled on exactly when captain and soldier became lovers.
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PROLOGUE: TILTING AT THE TIDE

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Waves crashed. Sin waited. Armor gleamed dully. Rank on rank of
warriors stared down the sea.
Black tendrils were creeping into the bay, spreading and darkening
the gray water. Gathering thunderheads signalled the foe's arrival.
Lucil shared a small, private smile with the crimson-clad warrior
at her right. That was all the disciplined captain permitted when
they were on duty.
"Right beside you, ma'am," the younger woman said
softly. A slight breach of protocol. Under the circumstances, Lucil
would condone it, even if she could not afford to let her thoughts
dwell on the reasons for it -- not now.
The commander of the Djose Chocobo Knights glanced up towards the
point where the command center had been erected. She frowned. The
blue crest of Maester Seymour was clearly visible, nodding like a
second signal flag, and a bright gleam of white and indigo beside him
must be Lady Yuna. It troubled Lucil for them to be here. It was not
safe. Yet she was touched to know that Lord Braska's daughter would
dance for her troops, when this bloody day was finished. Better that
sad duty than the one the Lady had set out upon.
Sinrise. A mile of ocean lifted up groaning, and the bloated
behemoth rose from the depths. Hideous writhing forms dripped from
its carapace into the water. The air around its mottled snout
shimmered like the membrane of a blitzball sphere. That was why the
Al Bhed were here. As for her knights --
She had volunteered to lead the charge. Someone must, and her
troops were the finest Crusaders in the world. They were brave and
disciplined, proud to be offering up their lives to end Sin's menace
once for all. Elma's adoration for her was unshaken, although both
knew that Lucil's next order would probably be the last given and
obeyed.
The surface of the ocean was boiling towards them. A leathery
jointed spine whipped out of a wave-crest just beyond the breakers.
Dark shapes were propelling themselves towards the shore, outriders
of Sin's wrath, pawns sent to clear a path and snarl their defenses.
The flag dropped. The Crusaders' cannons went off, thundering
blasts echoing from cliff to cliff.
Captain Lucil, commander of the Djose Knights, raised her sword
one last time and bellowed for the vanguard to charge.
The clawed feet of their avian mounts drummed the sand. Spray flew
beneath the birds' pumping legs as they hit the sheet of water
rushing up to meet them. Lucil's sturdy chocobo outraced the rest,
hurtling into the deeper waters with no more fear than its rider. In
a moment, they were in among the Sinspawn, and had no more need to
run.
Lucil had a brief glimpse of her knights around and behind her,
twisting in their saddles and turning spears or swords on submerged
foes. Sinspawn were exploding out of the water all around them. Cries
and shouts went up, scales and fins and claws were sheared off, black
ichor and slime and pyreflies flew, and some of the chocobos were
faltering, or their riders pulled down. Lucil lunged and snapped a
sword-stroke out and down, instincts faster than thought sending her
blade's point into a ghastly eye and the brain within. Her chocobo
jabbed its beak downward, tearing at the passing tail of another.
Suddenly huge pincers wrapped around her left calf, pulling her
down. She heard Elma's shout the instant before the churning water
closed over her head. Then she was struggling, jabbing, slashing,
trying to take this last foe with her-- she was choking, she had not
managed to take a breath before being dragged under--
The creature was worrying her leg, but just before she blacked out
it went limp, although it felt as if her sword was merely thudding
off its bony shell--
Firm hands were grasping her collar, pulling her upward--
The sea shuddered like an enormous mass of muscle, a clenching
fist. The ocean boomed against her skin, her eardrums, her lungs--
Nothing.
She came back to pain, choking and gasping and retching. Firm
hands pumping her chest were pushing out seawater. Her shoulder felt
dislocated; her wounded leg was stinging furiously. An angry red
smear above her resolved itself into Elma, haggard but alive.
Lucil raised a mailed hand and gripped her wrist.
"Captain!" Elma gasped. Their hands locked. For a moment
Lucil feared the younger woman would embrace her -- she knew that
fervent look, felt it wash over her like the exact opposite of Sin's
deadly shockwave -- but her lieutenant restrained herself and merely
helped her to her feet.
"Our troops?"
Elma had learned from her not to mince words. "Gone, ma'am.
Except Clasko."
Lucil stiffened: not unexpected, but still appalling. The end of
the Chocobo Knights. Clasko seemed an improbable survivor, but the
more important question was: "Sin?"
Elma shook her head. "Unknown, ma'am. I was underwater and
didn't see what happened." She pointed towards the headland,
where the Al Bhed installation had been a short time before.
Lucil nodded grimly. "Signs are not good."
Elma's shoulder was bleeding, she noticed abstractly. If there
were any healers still alive, it would need tending.
"Captain Lucil!" They swung around. Pale and ashen,
Clasko was stumbling towards them looking bewildered, lost, and --
dry.
Elma's eyes bored into him accusingly.
"I'm so glad to see you're all right, ma'am!" the youth
gasped.
"Report," Lucil barked.
He drew himself to attention and saluted. "S-Sin came out of
the water, and there was this huge sphere of white light, and-- and
then I don't know. I was thrown up the beach. When I came to, the bay
was empty. I haven't found any survivors yet. Oh, except my
ch-chocobo!"
"Your chocobo?"
"Yeah, she--" he blushed and hung his head. "I
couldn't hold her, ma'am. I'm sorry. She turned and bolted when the
battle started."
Elma was fuming beside her, but Lucil merely nodded. Of course,
she knew full well that Clasko was good at one thing only: handling
chocobos. He of all of them should have been able to master a
panicking bird. The shame in his eyes was answer enough, for now.
The captain turned, surveying the few mangled and scattered bodies
tossed around on the sand nearby. She raised her eyes to the
cliff-tops. High above, a slender white figure was dancing, spinning,
weaving. Pyreflies were beginning to rise from the bodies on the
shore, and from the waves as well. Lord Braksa's daughter was sending
them home, as she had promised.
Captain Lucil raised her fist to her heart and began to recite.
"Ardof. Gan. Noren. Efka. Leyli..."
Elma and Clasko joined in the litany of their comrades' names,
Elma hoarsely, Clasko with stunned tears. While they chanted, they
watched the bedraggled, lonely chocobo wandering aimlessly over the
bloody sand, pecking nervously at flotsam.
"All for nothing," Clasko whispered when the ritual was
over, awed and dazed. "All in vain."
"For Spira," Lucil corrected sternly. "For hope.
They died as Crusaders should die, defending Spira from Sin."
"Yes, ma'am." Clasko sounded miserable.
Elma stirred beside her, moving like a sleepwalker. "Orders,
Captain?"
"We search for survivors." Lucil smiled at her sadly.
"We begin anew. Come."
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