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Darkened Skies	By : Cynthia Category: Final Fantasy VII > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 949 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Darkened Skies"
Chapter twenty-six: Rise of the WEAPONS
A Final Fantasy 7 AU fanfiction
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Author's note: I know this chapter is rather short, but sometimes it's better to foreshadow than to end with a cliffhanger.
*Disclaimer: Final Fantasy and all related characters belong to Square-Enix. This fiction piece is strictly a non-profit exercise of creativity and entertainment for people (like me) who can’t get enough of this world and the characters.
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Rufus scheduled an emergency meeting and a press conference inside the Junon ShinRa tower as soon as he returned from Wutai, the next evening. To Scarlet's frustration and everyone's surprise, he instructed Reeve to stand with him during the interview. The broadcast from the night before was playing on the boardroom screen, with the sound muted.
"You are the only corporate head amongst us that stands a chance of even guessing what this thing could be or where it came from," Rufus explained to the surprised Urban Development commissioner. "And more importantly, people like you. They tend to trust your word, more than ours. We need to maintain calm, Reeve. Deepground, Omega and now this? We can't afford the anarchy of a national panic, if we're to deal with this latest issue."
"You had me with the first sentence," assured Reeve. "Just let me slip into something a little more professional, before we go in to talk to them. Somehow, I don't think showing up in a robe will impress a competent image on the media or watchers."
Sephiroth was staring at the news footage silently playing on the boardroom screen, and there was something about his normally impassive expression that caught Rufus' attention. "Do you know something about this, General? Have you seen something similar in your duties…perhaps while fighting the war with Wutai?"
Sephiroth kept his emerald gaze fixated on the screen as he shook his head, his shiny, silver mane swaying with the motion. "No. Not in Wutai."
"Then where?" Prompted Lazard. "It's important that you share any information you can give us about this creature, Sephiroth."
The general hesitated, and his fellow officers, standing nearby, looked at each other with concern. Sephiroth appeared to wrestle with himself before answering. "A dream. A very realistic dream, but a dream, nonetheless."
"A dream," repeated Rufus. "So then, you know as much as we do about it—which is absolutely nothing."
The general's serpentine gaze shifted to Rufus, chilling him with sudden disdain. "To imply that I know 'nothing' about this would be in error. I said I saw it in a dream, and while that is more than likely a coincidence, it doesn't negate the fact that I've done more research in my life than all of you people combined." He nodded at Genesis and Reeve. "Except for you two, perhaps."
"Then share with us, General," Scarlet demanded with a gesture at the screen, "what do you think this is?"
Sephiroth hesitated again. "I'd rather not presume, at this point. I could share my suspicions, but it would be tantamount to spreading unfounded rumors. I suggest we investigate the matter further, before anyone attempts to identify this creature."
Reno, Rude and Elena were there for the Turks, since Tseng was still in Wutai with his new bride. Until he returned from his honeymoon, the three of them were in charge of the department.
"I can get the Turks on it right away," offered Reno. "We'll go scope out the situation and let ya know what we find." Beside him, Rude and Elena both nodded in agreement.
Rufus considered the offer. He already intended to send regular militia to try and secure the town, but the Turks excelled at investigating for and retrieving information. He nodded. "I'll allow it. I'll send a regiment of MP's with you to secure the area while you and your people assess the situation. Lazard, we may require SOLDIER participation, if it's confirmed that our standard units can't handle this threat."
The SOLDIER director nodded. "Of course."
"Maybe you shouldn't even send your Turks in just yet, Rufus," Scarlet suggested thoughtfully. "Send in the pawns to investigate, first. The Turks are too valuable to risk, until we know what we're up against."
"Excuse me," Reeve said with an incredulous look at her, "but did you just refer to your own people as pawns?"
She shrugged her crimson-clad shoulders and looked at the screen. She reversed the footage to show it from the beginning again and accentuate her point. "That thing practically decimated Icicle Inn within a time frame of five minutes in total, Tuesti. We haven't even started to recover from our losses during the Deepground conflict, and we're running out of ammunition. If we have to risk more people to find out what's going on, I would rather it be the grunts. We're going to need our best units to defend us here, if that thing is a sign of more conflicts to come."
"She's got a point," Cid said, finally offering his opinion. "Can't believe I'm siding with this broad, but you don't show all your cards right away if you play to win. The last conflict cut our fighting forces down to half. Figure out what the hell we're up against, before you send in the specialized folk."
Rufus nodded. "I agree. Reno, the Turks aren't to go anywhere near that area until we have some preliminary reports of what to expect. I'll send people to scout for the creature, first. If it's clear to move in and investigate, I'll consider sending in the Turks."
"Got it," answered Reno compliantly.
"Now that we've established our course," Rufus sighed, "it's time for Tuesti and I to get ready to meet the press. This meeting is adjourned."
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The four SOLDIER operatives remained behind for a few moments, after the others left the boardroom. Genesis regarded Sephiroth with contemplative aqua eyes and he shook the fringe of his bangs back as he made his observation.
"You think it's a WEAPON, don't you?"
Zack stared at the redhead. "A WEAPON?"
"Like Omega," answered Genesis with a nod, his gaze still on Sephiroth's.
"I noticed a similar look to it myself," Zack admitted, before Sephiroth could respond to the question. "They both had that smooth armor and the robotic look, not to mention that creepy feeling that whoever has the remote for these big toys isn't human."
Genesis glanced at Zack in annoyance. "Would you please let Sephiroth answer?"
"Oh. Sorry. Seph, do you think it's a WEAPON like Gen says?"
The general's eyes flicked to each of them in turn, before lowering in thought. "Possibly. As I said during the meeting, it bears more investigation to be sure."
Genesis narrowed his eyes at him. "'A dream', my ass. You didn't see that thing in any dream, did you? You had a vision."
"What makes you say that?" Sephiroth's voice was monotone and neutral—impossible to read.
Angeal answered for his partner, guessing where he was going with this. "Because last night before this broadcast went out, Genesis felt something. He said it was a cry of rage from the planet. I thought I felt something too, but I'm not as sensitive to these things as Genesis. You are, though. Did something happen to you last night too, Sephiroth?"
Sephiroth looked at Genesis. "More melodramatics."
The redhead bristled. "Try to deny your own perceptions all you like, Sephiroth, but I trust in mine. This isn't an exaggeration and it isn't paranoia, on my part. We've all seen and done too much over the years to pretend we don't have a connection to Minerva, the Lifestream and of course, Jenova."
Mention of Jenova made Sephiroth narrow his eyes, betraying a flash of wariness in them.
Genesis smirked in satisfaction and nodded. "I thought so. I know she still projects her thoughts into your mind, whenever she can. If you didn't feel something last night, I'm sure she did, and you've expressed to us yourself that whatever Jenova thinks of this world and its residents, she treats you as a son and ally."
"So she claims," answered the general flatly.
"Did you or did you not feel Minerva's birthing pangs, last night?"
Zack's eyebrows shot up. "Wait…are we still talking about WEAPONS?"
Both of them ignored him. Sephiroth stared at Genesis and the redhead stared back, while Angeal stood silently, watching. Finally, Sephiroth nodded curtly. "I did. It distracted me to the point where Jenova was able to break free, long enough to push images into my head and attempt to convince me to align myself with her again."
"Please tell me you didn't consider it," Angeal murmured, concerned.
Sephiroth smirked without humor. "I know what she is now, Angeal. Jenova is treacherous, and she'll say or do whatever she deems necessary to satisfy her endless hunger. I won't be used by her ever again, while I draw breath."
Genesis turned his gaze to Zack. "And what about you? Did you feel it?"
Zack scratched his head. "What…labor pains? I can't say that I did. With the way women scream when they give birth, I'm pretty sure I'd have noticed feeling something like that."
Genesis sighed. "It was a metaphor, based on my presumption that the goddess—our planet—gave birth to another WEAPON last night." In a tone of forced patience, he went on. "Zackary, did you feel anything? A sense of rage, pain or anguish, perhaps?"
Zack's dark brows furrowed over thoughtful, blue-violet eyes. "I…I guess I did feel a little tremor and a tingle, early last night. I'll be honest though, I had a few beers with Kunsel and I was buzzing a little. I figured it was just a little alcohol disorientation. Are you trying to say we felt that thing waking up?"
"Something like that," agreed Genesis. "We've all been injected with Jenova cells, yet we're also children of Minerva. I believe that our connection with both the goddess and her rival makes us more sensitive to the planet's moods. We can't communicate directly with her like the Cetra could, but we're attuned enough to perceive her rage. I believe that was what we experienced last night…even you, Zack."
"Okay, then let me ask you something. If we're so sensitive to the planet's emotions, why didn't we feel anything from it…her…whatever…when Deepground sacrificed all those innocent people? Shouldn't we have felt a little tingle, at least?"
"You didn't feel a sense of dread then?" challenged Genesis. "I did…and I don't even care much for the fate of strangers."
Zack faltered and shrugged, frowning unhappily. "Well yeah, but that's normal. It's only human to feel like that when you find out hundreds of people have been murdered in cold blood, man. Even you can't deny that."
"Then perhaps our own feelings of outrage masked whatever anguish those deaths caused for Minerva," reasoned Genesis. "My point is, something affected us last night and a short while later, we received news from the north that some titanic creature of unknown origins decimated Icicle Inn. I no longer believe in coincidences, gentlemen."
Angeal looked at Sephiroth. "I know you don't like to discuss your encounters with Jenova, but this isn't a normal situation."
"It never is," sighed the general. "Fine. I'll share what I saw in my head with you, as well as Jenova's message to me. I still have no intention of acting on any of it until we have more information."
"Fair enough," agreed Angeal.
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When they finished their conversation in the boardroom, Zack went straight to Kunsel's private quarters for some much-needed buddy time. Kunsel took one look at him when he answered the door and he winced.
"That bad, huh? Come on in, Zack. Have a beer and take a load-off."
Zack nodded and walked through the door. He plopped down on Kunsel's bed—the only piece of sitting furniture the Second had in his studio sleeping quarters. Kunsel went to the kitchenette and grabbed a beer for him out of the mini fridge.
"So, what's the verdict?" he asked as he got out the bottle opener to pop the cap off of the drink.
"You know I can't tell you until they give me permission," Zack sighed.
Kunsel shrugged. "Sorry. I just thought maybe you had some non-classified info you could share. Here." He walked over to Zack and offered the beer bottle to him.
Zack took it and as he started to raise it to his lips, Kunsel said something that made him go still and stare at him with a slack jaw.
"They think it’s a WEAPON, don't they?"
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"President Shinra, what does your organization plan to do about the recent destruction of Icicle Inn?"
"We've sent investigative teams to the site," assured Rufus. "When we have more information, we'll deal with the threat."
The answer seemed to satisfy the reporter. "There are rumors that this was a ShinRa manufactured WMD gone out of control. What is your response to that?"
Rufus answered carefully, mindful of recent events and his company's reputation for creating secret weapons for military might. "I can assure you, this thing wasn't built by us." He let the sentence hang, implying that some other nation could be responsible for it.
"Wutai, then?" the woman asked.
Reeve leaned into his microphone and answered that, before Rufus could. "Wutai doesn't have the technology to create something like this. If they did, our occupation of their country would have met a swift and brutal end." He gave Rufus a covertly chastising look for his subtle attempt to pin the blame on someone else. "Conversely, ShinRa doesn't possess the technology to build a thing like that, either. In fact, anybody capable of creating a monstrosity like that wouldn't need to send out waves of invaders or insurgents to subdue their target."
"But what about Deepground?" a male reporter predictably asked. "How can we be sure that ShinRa isn't manufacturing more secret weapons, when it's common knowledge now that the company had a hidden army of super soldiers made through human experimentation? Anyone capable of that—"
"That was done under the previous administration," interrupted Rufus calmly. "Everyone involved in that project is either dead or imprisoned now, and we put an end to the threat. I realize that my organization still has a lot to atone for, but rest assured, the incident with Deepground isn't something I have any desire to repeat, whatsoever." He of course didn't count Scarlet amongst the dead or imprisoned.
"ShinRa is focusing on healing the damage," agreed Reeve, "and we're finding new ways to manufacture green energy every day. Our primary goal now is to protect this nation and all of humanity. We're acting as quickly as we can to deal with this threat, and in the meantime, we've broadcasted warnings to all surrounding areas for people to seek emergency shelter and avoid going outside, until the danger is neutralized."
"And what exactly is this threat?" demanded one of the reporters. "Is it alive, or is it a machine controlled by someone else?"
"We don't know yet," answered Rufus, "and we won't be able to answer that until our people investigate and report back. When we have conclusive information, I'll arrange another press conference. Until then, it's best that people in the Icicle area to the north avoid open travel and cooperate with law and military officials. No further comments, today. This conference is finished."
Rufus' announcement that the press conference was over provoked a torrent of further questions, of course. Squinting against the flashing cameras, he and Reeve made their way to the exit and the security guards kept the press from trying to follow.
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Thousands of miles away across the ocean, inside an ancient, forgotten city, a young woman lay curled up alone in a house fashioned to resemble a seashell. Her skirt was worn but well-cared for, her blouse was faded but clean. A pair of brown boots sat on the wooden floor at the foot of her little bed and an old, faded picture of a man, a woman and a child sat on the bedside table. The young woman clutched her head and sobbed quietly, her honey-colored hair veiling her face.
"Mama," she whimpered. "Make it stop!"
Through the chaos of screams in her mind, she heard her mother's voice speaking to her, warning that it was going to get worse and that she could be in danger, if she stayed on the surface.
Snuffling, Aerith Gainsborough sat up in her bed, took the framed photo of her and her parents, and clutched it against her bosom. She'd always been a little rebellious when her mother was still alive, but now she was determined to be a good girl and do as she said. She put the photo aside so that she could put her boots on and pack some things to take with her to the lower city, so she could wait out the terrible storm that was coming.
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"Tuesti, wait up."
Reeve sighed and obligingly slowed his steps, allowing the president to catch up with him. He hadn't realized he was walking "angrily", as he sometimes did after dealing with Scarlet's bullshit or frustration with a project.
"Sir, I think we should both get some rest while we can," Reeve suggested, not looking at the younger man as Rufus fell into step beside him. What little staff there was traversing the halls at this hour hastily moved aside for the two of them when they crossed paths.
"You know what we're up against," Rufus said, and it wasn't a question. "I could see it in your eyes."
Reeve stopped and stared at him, trying to formulate an answer that would satisfy the man without jumping to conclusions. "Then my eyes know more than I do, Mr. President."
Rufus glanced around before leaning in to hiss a warning. "Don't try to deceive me, Reeve. You know something. If you withhold information we might have used to stop this thing and more people die, it will be on your head."
The cryptic statement gave Reeve pause, and he cursed inwardly. "Damn my conscience, anyway," he muttered. He looked around, saw an empty office room adjacent to them, and he grabbed Rufus by the arm. "Come with me."
The blond stumbled after him with surprise as Reeve opened the door and all but dragged him inside. He shut the door behind him and he didn't bother turning on the lights in the little office, intending to keep this conversation brief.
"It may be a WEAPON," he stated flatly, "but I can't be sure yet, so take that with a grain of salt, until we have more information."
Rufus searched his eyes, his shadowed, attractively refined features troubled. "You believe this could be another Omega?"
Reeve shook his head and dragged his fingers through his dark hair. "No, this isn't another Omega, whatever it is. Omega's purpose was ultimately benign."
"Benign." Rufus raised a brow at him, his mouth tightening with annoyance. "The thing nearly drained all life from this planet, to leave us to starve to death on a barren world."
"Something ShinRa has been doing to a lesser extent for decades," muttered Reeve—but he was just as guilty as any company employee, so he waved it aside and changed the subject before the other man could argue.
"What I mean is that Omega didn't act out of malice. Yes, the animals and plants left behind on this world would have eventually died out, if Omega had ascended with the Lifestream as intended. However, that event shouldn't have occurred the way it did. If Omega had risen naturally, there would be few if any living beings left alive on this planet to begin with. It was only supposed to happen in the event that this world was doomed in the first place, do you understand? Omega's purpose was to preserve the spirit energy necessary to create life, in the event that this world started to die. It was supposed to take that energy to a new planet and deposit it there, so that Gaia could create new life and start over. Chaos…"
He had to pause and clear his throat before continuing, pained by the mere mention of the demon, and the thoughts of Vincent that it provoked. "Chaos was meant to gather remaining spirit energy that hadn't yet rejoined the Lifestream, to ensure that every soul would be reunited with Gaia. Thanks to Hojo's meddling and Deepground's lunacy, both purposes were corrupted."
"Thank you for the lesson, Professor," Rufus answered sarcastically. "But I seem to recall that Omega was classified as a WEAPON. Is this or is this not the truth?"
"Yes, but not all WEAPONS serve the exact same function," explained Reeve. "Just like not all departments in ShinRa serve the company the same way."
Rufus caught on, with that comparison. "I see. So it's possible this new creature could be a cousin to Omega."
"Maybe." Reeve nodded. "But if it is, I’m fairly sure it isn't here to gather the Lifestream and take it somewhere else. Omega wasn't violent when it awoke. It seemed fixated on its task, uninterested in harming anyone. In terms of military units, I'd say Omega was a medic. Given this other creature attacked Icicle, my guess is it's the WEAPON equivalent of a SOLDIER."
Rufus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between a thumb and forefinger. "Fantastic. I'd almost prefer another Omega. At least we know how to deal with that."
"Again, let me remind you of what General Sephiroth said in the meeting. Nobody should try to identify this thing until we have more information to go by. Attacking it with false presumptions of what it is could lead to disaster, Rufus."
The president didn't seem to mind being addressed by his first name—a sign that he was exhausted or too stressed to care. "If we can't identify it soon, we have to presume it's another WEAPON. I'll give our people a chance to investigate, before I make any decisions."
Reeve couldn't really think of a decent argument against that. He found it more reasonable than he expected from Rufus, and he hoped Scarlet wouldn't sink her claws into the president and convince him not to stick to his plan.
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Rufus returned to his luxury suite on one of the top levels of the ShinRa tower. When he entered the suite, he found it already occupied by a scantily clad blonde woman, who he both loathed and desired. Scarlet was lying on his big, round bed in the center of the suite, dressed in a combination of a red and black satin corset and matching panties. She smiled up at him as he closed the door behind him and she reached up to deftly tug the pins out of her coiled hair, allowing it to tumble down around her shoulders in flaxen waves.
"I watched the press conference," she informed him with a nod at the wide-screen television against the wall over the fireplace. "You handled their questions well, Rufus. Champagne?" She sat up gracefully and started to reach for the room service cart by the bed, where a chilled bottle and two glasses waited.
Rufus unbuttoned the first layer of his elaborate white suit, shaking his head. "Not tonight. I'm not in the mood to celebrate."
"Hmm." She shrugged and patted the satin sheets invitingly. "You have a lot on your mind. I understand. We have a lot of work ahead of us, Rufus. I think we should take our minds off of that for tonight, so that we can be well-rested and prepared to deal with it later."
"Any excuse for sex." He smirked at her. "You are a slut."
She leaned back on her elbows and gazed up at him with unapologetic lust in her gray eyes. She bent her right knee and struck a lascivious pose. "I'll leave it for the meek and mousy women to feel ashamed of their sexual desires, Rufus. You wouldn't have me any other way."
He removed his tie and draped it over the expensive, designer armchair with his blazer. "It's the one redeeming quality you have, I agree."
He approached the bed, removing various clothing articles as he went.
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They received reports from Icicle after lunch the next day. After gathering details, they arranged another meeting. Cid was absent because he'd flown to Rocket Town to bring his wife Shera. Being an engineer and a rocket scientist, her help would be useful in some of the ongoing projects headed by Reeve. This time—at Reeve's suggestion—they included Hollander in the meeting. The man had scientific know-how that could be useful and while Hojo had settled down considerably after hearing the news about Omega, he was still prone to bouts of egotistical babbling.
Rufus projected the global map onto the screen in the boardroom and he had a pointing wand in his hand as he explained the details to all participants.
"Our people found some survivors in the ruins of Icicle Inn," Rufus began the meeting by saying. "Not many, but some. They've been given medical attention and debriefed. Unfortunately, none of them had any details for us. They hid in a basement when the creature approached and they were trapped under the rubble until our people arrived to pull them out."
"So where was the creature?" Lazard asked. "I assume nowhere nearby."
"No," answered the president. "The tracks were easily followed, however. One of our pilots followed them via helicopter, all the way to the Southwest tip of the continent." Rufus pointed at the map. "The tracks disappeared into the water."
Reno and Rude shared confused looks, and the redhead spoke what was on both their minds. "So the thing just drowned itself after picking off Icicle?"
"Doubtful," Sephiroth answered before Rufus could. "It probably had another target in mind, on a different continent."
"Could that thing even swim?" Elena asked. Her light brown eyes were wide beneath the pale fringe of her blonde bob. "Shouldn't it…short-circuit or something, if it's a robot?"
"We may not be dealing with a true robotic entity, here," Reeve explained. "It may look like a robot to us, but it could be just as organic in nature as we are."
"Then what the fuck is it?" Reno tossed his hands up. "Some kind of alien?"
"It might be simpler if it were," muttered Genesis. He leaned back against the window behind him and crossed one booted ankle over the other.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Reno pressed.
"It means we don't have time to debate where this creature came from, right now," snapped Rufus. He swung his pointing wand hard against the screen, popping it loudly enough to make Zack jump in his seat a little. "This being is now at large, somewhere in the ocean between the northern continent and the mid-east continent. If it hasn't drowned or short-circuited as suggested, it could be heading anywhere, now. Scarlet?"
She got out of her chair and paced the room, her high heals clicking on the hard floor as she walked. "I've notified all naval and oceanic units to search our sea borders for any signs of this creatures, and I've contacted Tseng and warned him, as well. Wutai has some marine units available, but nothing as advanced as ours. We could send some of our own their way, if only to ensure a greater chance for detection to the Far East, if our target heads that way."
Reno nodded and looked to Rufus. "Yeah. I say we do it, Sir."
Rude nodded as well.
"I'm in agreement with that," answered Rufus. He looked up at Sephiroth, who stood silently behind Hollander. "General, do you have any tactical input?"
"Yes, I do," answered Sephiroth. "Hasten the work on the Mako cannon. Make sure it can be primed to fire quickly, at all times. Impose a city curfew on Junon, and send an advisory out for all law enforcement personnel in ShinRa controlled areas to do the same. Check and double-check fortifications, as well as shelters. If the media starts to rile up the public, shut them down."
Everyone stared at him. "Isn't this all a bit prematurely intense?" Lazard asked.
"This is a matter of national security," answered Sephiroth. "Better to be prepared than to be caught unawares, fighting over the bodies of civilians to keep from being overrun. I think it's past time to coddle the masses, Director. The conflict with Deepground has toughened them up more than you may think."
Beside him, Genesis nodded in agreement and Angeal was stoic and quiet, his chiseled features thoughtful. Zack pondered the situation for a moment, before grimacing and speaking his thoughts. His voice was unusually somber, as if the weight of everything he'd been through with his companions was finally becoming too heavy for him to maintain his signature carefree attitude.
"In times of war or threat, people need protection more than personal freedom. I don't like telling people how late they can be out at night, but if it keeps them safe, I’m in."
Lazard sighed. "Very well. We still need to try and figure out what this creature is and do as much research as possible."
"That's why I thought he might be useful," Reeve said with a nod at Hollander.
Quiet and subdued these days, the doctor nodded, his salt and pepper hair feathering over his brow in a manner similar to Angeal's. "Please, show me the video feed. They've been very restrictive of my contact with the outside world and the media, since releasing me from holding."
Rufus gave a nod to Scarlet, and she grabbed the remote off the table and clicked a few buttons. The image on the screen soon changed from the global map to the news feed from when the creature attacked Icicle Inn. Hollander watched it with a frown on his face, his eyes widening when he got a clear look at the being. When the clip reached its end, Scarlet paused it and Hollander looked around at the assembly. His mouth was slack with barely concealed awe.
"In all my life, I've never seen anything like that. The descriptions in Professor Faremis' research on the Cetra matched what you've shown me here, though. If you can't account for any human nation building such a thing, then it stands to reason that the legends may be true. This could be a WEAPON."
Something wordless passed between Sephiroth and Genesis, then. The silver-haired general moved around the table, looking at the screen. "I have one last tactical suggestion for this assembly."
Lazard nodded respectfully. "And what would that be, General?"
Sephiroth narrowed his eyes on the still image of the creature. "Allow me and my officers to be amongst the fighters to engage it."
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