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Final Fantasy VII: Awakening	By : Saan Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A lone woman sat at cluttered desk. Numerous stacks of paper towered above her. The spinning ceiling fan threatened to topple each stack over and over again with each soft breeze. Why had her life changed so dramatically? How did she end up doing this type of work? Each question reminded her of the life she was to leave behind. She was part of one organization for close to a year the next thing she knew she was fleeing in terror with her coworkers. She wished she could say that everything was a blank after that. The mere fact of the matter was that the past and all its complications served as a constant antagonizing reminder to her each time she looked around her cubbyhole office space.

She took a sip of lukewarm coffee and set the stained mug back on the documents with the red "IMPORTANT" stamps on them. This had been her sixth cup on this particular afternoon. The papers had been in that same place long enough for the stain to take on a reddish tint. She could not bring herself to care about the well-being of the silly aged papers.

Her towering paper heaps began to sway dangerously. With obvious disinterest, she kicked her combat boots onto the table and folded her hands in her lap. The new recruits got to fly helicopters. She could hear them passing her window, shaking the glass and making her office even darker. "I don't care anymore,� she said to herself over and over again. She pulled out an old faded photograph and clutched it in her gloved hands. "I doubt you'd like what's happened. It's pretty boring out here."

The person in the picture was unrecognizable to anyone who saw it due to the different climates she carried it through. Only she knew who it was. When it was first taken, well over three years ago, there were four people featured. Each person handed a copy. When she had received hers, she made sure to cut it into sections and keep the part that contained the one person she cared for. She smiled when she thought of him. She always did. His long black hair and epithelial folds above his eyes made him seem almost magnetic�not too mention the fact that he looked good in the suit and tie of his trade. Why did he have to die?

She smacked herself on the forehead. "Damn, girl, snap out of it!� Maybe she did have the mentality of a child after all. Only a child would carry on puppy love crushes and keep a heated heart for someone that had been dead for close to four years.

She tugged at the pointy edges of her blue jumpsuit's collar and gazed at the walls of her enclosure. So many different types of calendars hung on each wall. After the end of her first year, she had lost any excitement towards her job. She decided to let them all hang in the hopes they would fall down on their own. Yeah, that was somewhat childish in a lazy kind of way. Maybe they were right. She cracked a weak smile. "You even called me that." she rubbed the blurred image where the person's head had been.

The black ghostlike shadows of the helicopters outside her window looked like they were being cut apart by the blade-like shadows of her mini-blinds. Gently she tugged at the bill of her hat and frowned at her black shooting gloves. "They never even let me fire a stupid gun,� she said bitterly.

At her old job was a mix. She was supposed to be a sharpshooter, a paper jockey, and a knee breaker. She was supposed to be a step above the male knee breaker. He did not like her and neither did his smart mouthed partner. Maybe everything was for the best.

"Dammit are you reminiscing again?! Do you hear the damn bell?! I tell ya, I sure do!�

The blonde haired woman jolted upright. Her boss leaned over the desk and was in her face. "What the hell do you think you're doing, waiting for Sephiroth to rise again?!"

"Uh�no, sir. I'm just�I'm just�"

"Never mind!" The man blared. "I don't have time for your excuses. The tone for that new unit has been sounding for forty minutes now. You were supposed to have checked out THAT NEW UNIT," he looked at his watch, "thirty-nine minutes ago!�

The young woman lowered the bill of her hat further down over her eyes and nodded. "Yeah�okay." With those words, she stood up and followed him out of the tiny office.

The hallways of the old Shinra Junon headquarters had changed very little. The face of the building had been renovated and a new cannon was in the works. The room that had once served as the execution chamber took on its new role of serving as her office. "I liked it better as a gas chamber." she coughed into her hands.

"Yo." said one of the wandering officers. "I like your hair cut. Blunt cuts go good with your complexion."

The woman stared after her commanding officer and ignored the passerby. Would he have thought the same? Best just to let the memories go, she would tell herself repeatedly.

As they traveled down through hallways and winding staircases, she began to wonder what had caused the demise of the last Cait Sith unit.

"Sir?" she asked.

"What do want, Private?" the man snapped at her.

"I have a question, sir."

"Go on."

"Did the monitor guys get a record of what happened? That particular unit had served for four whole years. Did it just spontaneously combust?"

They stopped in front of a heavy metal and Plexiglas door. The man removed a little remote device from his pocket and clicked a red button. The massive door slid out of the way and allowed them instant entry. He looked at her for a couple seconds. "Private, as soon as you go up in rank, you'll be able to ask any type of question you want. For now, you're just a lowly delivery boy."

After a quick salute, her commander stormed off down the hall. The woman tied her shoulder length blonde hair around itself and took a deep breath. "I wonder if it's too late to quit the army, now."

The warehouse in front of her was quite a sight. Every wall had mechanical heads and bodies attached to it. Large lights resembling upside down ice cream cones hung from the ceiling. Four circular wall fans, each standing eight feet in height, regulated the room temperature. The metal gratings that kept other workers and lightweight parts from getting sucked inside were dark and dusty. They reminded anyone that gained entry, that it was a storage room and nothing more.

The original Cait Sith warehouse was located in a sub-basement of Shinra Headquarters Midgar. Once Meteor threatened the building, everyone ran. The androids were demolished but the plans for rebuilding them survived in the new president's head. He was instrumental in pushing for the Cait Sith legacy to continue. The unfortunate part was that no one knew exactly why. Why set up a factory and storage area equipped to assemble and house hundreds of units and parts if only one of them was going to be used to wander the world until it suffered a meltdown or ended up destroyed?

"I can't understand why they make the damn things in the first place,� she cursed to herself.

A loud klaxon sounded accompanied by a metallic knocking filled her ears. The latest Cait Sith unit had been "born"

"Goddamn it, I'm coming!� the rubber soles of her combat boots thudded against the reinforced concrete floor. She could see a tall figure, holding what looked to be a large dinner bell, trying to break through one of the walls.

"Stop that! STOP THAT!�

The figure did as it was told and raised and lowered its feet similar to the keys of an antique typewriter. "I thought I was going to have to bust outta dis joint. See?" It quipped.

"�Funny�a Cait Sith unit with a sense of humor�"

"I've got a laugh track a mile wide." The tiny cat purred.

"I'm sure you do."

"Do you want me to tell you your fortune, Miss Elena?"

The former newest member of the Turks bit her lip and removed her hat. "Not really."

"Oh�poo. You're a party pooper." The large Mog beneath the black and white cat began to swing its arms and legs back and forth. It glided to and fro gracefully despite its girth. Once it had completed its strange motions it came to a grinding stop. A tiny piece of paper popped out of the stomach of the large mog.

The cat stooped down and took hold of the leaflet. "Hmmm�izzat so?"

"Oh, what?!" Elena had to get moving before the President decided to radio in and have her demoted.

"Sez here that your favorite color is pink polka�dot�" the little black and white creature smacked the sunken head of the mog. �That is not a fortune! Why do you keep doing that?!"

The blonde haired woman forced a smile. She knew the Cait Sith units were good for nothing�just like her former coworkers, how she missed them so. "Do you mind? I need to find out where the last unit malfunctioned and retrieve it, while I drop you off! Can we PUH-LEEZE get going?!"

The mog repeated its last actions and another slip of paper popped out. Like before, the cat picked it up. "It better be good this time." It rapped its carrier's head with its megaphone one more time for good measure.

The cat instantly pushed the paper to its face. "Well, I'll be!"

"What was it?! Show me!� Elena demanded.

"Hold your chocobos."

Elena grabbed it from the cat. "You will be reunited with your most favorite people in the world?! What is this, cat?!"

The large mog shrugged at her, while the little cat answered. "How'm I supposed to know? He was supposed to be programmed to only answer questions with a yes or no, y'know."

Private Elena raised her fists above her head and shook them vigorously. "Look, can we just go on and get aboard the friggin Gelnika outside, before I get fired?!"

The Cait Sith unit cocked its heads to the side and folded their arms defiantly. "Why should I�especially if it's your head on the line and not mine?"

The former Turk looked around and found an object that might help her get her point across. She reached down and hefted a steel pipe that had been leaning against a stack of black parts crates. "Because if you don't I know an effective way to shut you and every other unit down." she tapped the palm of her right hand with the backside of the pipe.

"Okay, okay! I got yer point. I'm coming."

The mechanical mog turned on its heels with Elena close behind. It regarded the large doorway with a childish curiosity. "You mean to tell me that I didn't have to ram myself into the wall like an idiot�I could've just hopped over to this door and gotten out like anyone else."

"Will you shut up and keep moving?"

The newly "born" construct fell silent, much to Elena's delight. "Where are we supposed to be again?" she asked.

"Nah-uh. You told me to shut up, sister." it protested.

After a couple taps with the lead pipe, the android was ready to talk. "Well, the last unit was fricasseed in Wutai."

"Wutai�what's out there?"

"Well, there's trees out there and lots of dirt and stuff."

"I know that!"

"Well, the thing that fricasseed the last unit is out there. I bet you know that the Highwind is there, too."

Elena knew about the Cait Sith unit assigned to follow the Highwind. It was supposed to handle any problems that occurred with the ship's mainframe and navigational controls. In addition to that, it was supposed to act as a goodwill ambassador.

After traveling down more flights of stairs and long echoing hallways, the unlikely team arrived on the landing strip where a Gelnika powered up and ready to take them to their destination. Even though these hybrid planes were heavy, used for a good many years, they were still reliable. Each plane was capable of carrying ground transports as well as the military units that required them.

The gray blue and black camouflage print had been repainted time and time again. The fact that the Gelnikas were Shinra warplanes first did little to subtract from their dependability. Propeller driven airships were the wave of the future for air travel.

Elena turned to the cat and mog team as it bounded up the gangway. "You wouldn't happen to know what fried the last unit would you? I'd like to know so I can send a radio signal back to base, once we arrive, and tell them. Y'know�so no more malfunctions will happen and everybody will be happy."

The mog continued its walk into the belly of the plane but the cat decided to humor the blonde haired woman. "Lissen real good, chicky, it wasn't a malfunction. The last unit was wiped out by act of clone." The little android bounced around and sat down on its large carrier.

The former Turk paused for a second. "Great�another clone."
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