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Post by skeith on Apr 8, 2009 22:00:17 GMT
The Al Bhed have been under the control of those New Yevon fools for too long. Without possession of their precious Machina, it looked as though the Al Bhed would remain underfoot for as long as Yevon saw fit....
until one had a notion.
Why not take back all their machines? Who are those Yevon imbeciles to treat the proud Al Bhed as second class? If they harbored such fear for the mechanical weapons before, just wait until an entire army stood at their doorstep.... and with attention drawn solely on the monstrous Sin, who will be left to stop this growing army...?
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It begins now...
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"Pnudranc yht Cecdanc!!" A mighty voice roared over the screaming mass of enraged citizens. They gathered from all over the desert lands, dropping their meaningless tasks of scrounging through dirt and sand to take notice of the rise happening around them. Whispers had spread throughout the colonies of a man seeking the strength of those tired of living off a meager existence, and wanted to take up arms for a worthier cause. The turnout was weak for the man's expectations, but none the less impressive to an outsider.
His voice rang out once again with ferocity and sheer power backed behind it. "For too long we have been kept under the boot of those Yevon bastards.....too long have we let them control what we do.... They took away our life! Our proud machina! Forcing us to pilfer through dirt with our are hands for just enough to sustain us for a day!! And why do they do this? Because they are afraid!!!"
The crowd roared with outrage.
"They are afraid we will use our machina servants to overthrow their precious way of life....that our machina insult the gods and bring torment to all!"
He paused and let the crowd voice their anger and disapproval, smiling triumphantly as the horde of Al Bhed citizens became riled up.
"Well..." his voice descended an octave, forcing the attentive crowd to lower their tone just enough to hear him, their ears trained to his every word. "If those Yevon bastards are so afraid....we shall give them something to be terrified about!!! Mark my words! A new Era will come! One that is not centered around the useless summoners and their precious Aeons...but an Era of Machina! We will take back our warriors and show Yevon just what it means to fear!! And if any fools dare to obstruct our path...." he sickly smile curled his lips slightly, "...then we will send them to their precious gods...along with their pathetic Aeons. A new world is in order!!"
The voices melded into a single cry that spread far along the outskirts of the desert and then some, alerting all that could hear of the events sure to come. It was a proud cry, and cry foreshadowing the great success of their mission and their promise that the world would be theirs to control, no longer to be polluted by the 'teachings' of Yevon. Indeed a new world was in order...a world of man and machine.
"Brothers and Sisters!!" Once again this leader's voice demanding calm and quiet as he addressed them. "Our first priority...is to seek out and kill these Summoners of Yevon, for without them, Yevon will surely be powerless. Search every temple and holy ground, leave no city untouched!! And soon...soon you will be rewarded with our proud Machina!! Now go forth and kill them!! Kill them all!!"
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To be Continued...
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Post by skeith on Apr 15, 2009 14:49:05 GMT
Phase 2: Infiltration
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"...That was such an inspiring speech Leader...very moving."
"Shut up!"
The brown-nosing man shut his mouth with such haste he nearly bit off his tongue. He had come to learn that when the Leader gave an order, he was to do well to listen, even when it was something small. He watched the towering figure of the self-proclaimed Al-Bhed Leader pace the width of the hut. His eyes never leaving the commanding figure, for fear it would upset this formidable man. Finally, in a whip-around of bright orange hair the Leader turned to face him, his silver-grey eyes skewered the poor subordinate to stillness. His hardened face, was lit by devious smile.
"I believe now...with our forces distracted, it is time to move the Scavengers forward. Don't you agree?"
The man would have been a fool to disagree. He nodded silently.
The Leader smiled and continued. "Send the first wave into the Machina city. Their orders are simple; retrieve useful machina parts and have them returned to Figaro. Once we have gathered enough supplies we can begin Phase 3." A mighty clap resounded through the hut as he slapped his hands together with self-satisfaction. "Yes...this will shape up nicely. Be sure that the men understand that consequences that await them..should they come back with nothing. They better die in the line of duty...or suffer a fate much worse."
"Is there a fate worse than death, Leader?"
Had the scrap of a man been stabbed once by that piercing gaze, he was certainly being gouged now. "Interrupt me one more time Dorus and you'll find out..."
The acknowledged man shut his mouth.
The Leader went on divulging his orders. "Make sure all is done within a timely fashion. I so hate delays in progress..."
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And as always, when an order was given it would be done with the swiftest action.
The Leader had now turned his eyes to Midgar...
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