Chapter Two
Shards of truth
Everywhere was bright.
Everywhere you looked, you would find the same pale green light. At the
Lifestream, altough the vital energy was used to create more life, the
personalities, the consciences remained, until moving...forward. They
looked like the bodies they had formerly inhabited, maybe in an
unconscious effort of trying to linger on their former lives. But, it
doesnīt mattered how hard you wished, you only could go one way. Two of
them were arguing.
"Aeris, you know itīs impossible! No one can go back, no matter how hard
you try."
"But I MUST go back! You and me know that my friends will need me. Have
you forgotten what we saw?"
"Itīs just one of millions of possibilities, of futures! I told you this
before you asked The Conscience."
The Conscience. Aeris remembered how, upon her arrival, her mother had
explained to her everything she had only guessed until then. The
Conscience could be called the soul of the Planet. It was alive, and,
contrary to what anybody believed, it didnīt reacted on instinct like an
animal, it was aware of every posible treat to its safety and it
manipulated the events so the treats would never come true. That was
until Jenova came. An entity so powerful, the Planet had to use direct
action, namely, the Weapons. They were used only as a last resoure, since
unleashing them meant a great expense of spirit energy. But Jenova,
sensing their power, interfered with the bond the Weapons had with the
Planet, transforming them in mindless destruction agents. But thanks to
the efforts of Avalanche, they were destroyed, along with Jenova. The
Conscience decided to spare the human race, since Jenova was the treat
to it, and it were humans who defeated it.
"But what if this comes true!? I just donīt want to stay here while
what we saw becomes a reality."
"Aeris, thereīs no way we can tell that for sure. And even if it became
true, you canīt go back,you only can retard it. You will eventually go
with me and the others into the Promised Land."
"Then I just accept it?"
"As hard as it may be...yes."
Aeris turned away from her mother. She remembered when she arrived
where The Conscience is. She was an Ancient,and that meant The
Conscience would treat her with certain deference. She only asked to see
what would the future would bring to her friends. The Conscience then
showed her images of the near future, how they defeated Sephiroth, and
how Holy stopped the Meteor from destroying all life. Then, it showed
her the far future.
It was her worst nightmare. The earth was burned by the energies
unleashed against it, death and destruction everywhere. Then she saw her
friends, Cloud,Tifa,Cid... all of them lying in the ground, without life.
And above them, the monster responsible for all of this. She ran away
from those visions of death, crying for her friends. Since then, she had
decided something. She had to go back.
"I canīt. They are my friends, there must be something I can do."
Ifalna saw how decided her daughter was. She had the look of someone
who wouldnīt stop against anything to accomplish her goals.
"Maybe there is a way."
Cloud and Vincent started their journey to Rocket Town. Cloud was
carrying his Murasame, the lighter of his swords altough not the most
powerful. Vincent had his Outsider strapped to his belt,since he liked
traveling light,and his Death Penalty, altough powerful, was very hard to
carry with comfort, and this was just going to be an easy travel. Both of
them were riding black chocoboes. Since they had almost no use for the
gold one since defeating Sephiroth, they leaved it at the Chocobo Farm, as a
gift for the help they had gotten there. The last they had heard it was
that ChocoBill was breeding it, and selling the new gold chocobos for
big amounts of gil to rich people and racers. Since then, the chocobo
races were more exciting than ever.
"We should arrive in five hours at this rate." Vincent said.
"Yes.Hope Cid isnīt very busy. Wonder if he is building another rocket?"
"I donīt know, we havenīt kept on touch lately, but it seems he found the
Tiny Bronco ad fixed it, so I guess he will give us a ride to Junon."
A fist smashed the clock, the beeping it made silenced. Then Cid turned
around to sleep a bit more.
"Good morning Captain!"
Shera entered the room and opened the curtains. The light entered trough
the window and fell in the bed. A handful of curses were heard.
"Cīmon Cid, itīs time to wake up! Itīs nine oīclock already."
"Dammit woman! When will you understand that for me, any hour before
eleven itīs too early!?"
"Cīmon Cid, today itīs your date with the guy who says that he wants to
fund the new rocket."
"Why didnīt you wake me earlier!!? He will be here at ten! I have to
bath and eat breakfast and arrange the schematics!"
Cid ran to the bathroom,and a string of curses were heard as he noticed
he had opened the cold water. Shera just sighed, even after all those years
, he was the same. No, she corrected, he was more kind to her, since he
discovered the malfunction on tank no.8. Since his return from the
Northern Crater, he had apologized to her repeteadly. But he wouldnīt
tell her what she wanted to hear more than anything.
He hadnīt told her he loved her.
It could be guessed in the way he looked at her, how he talked to her.
Sometimes, when they were alone, he seemed like he would take her in his
arms and tell her how much he loved her, but at the last minute he would
hesitate and would get away from her. "Why?" Shera asked herself. She didnīt
knew the answer but maybe it was her fault, maybe he was unsure of himself,
or maybe...
"Shera, whereīre my clothes?"
She stopped thinking and came back to the real world, telling herself she
would talk with him later.
"Itīs in the closet. Itīs near your sweaters."
Shera then went to the kitchen. Cid then got out dressed in his usual
clothes. Shera just saw at him and let escape a sigh.
"What? Whatīs wrong?"
"Well, I though you would dress in a more formal way to meet with the
man who wants to fund the rocket. You donīt want to make a wrong
impression on him, do you?"
"Ah, dammit, I wonīt dress in one of them monkey suits. And I feel more
comfortable this way."
"At least use a lab coat to make yourself look more like a scientist
instead of a mechanic."
"Hell, Iīll dress the way I want, and if he just sees my appearance and
doesnīt listen to me, he can go with his funds to other part."
"Cid, he is the only one who has expressed any interest in funding a
new rocket. Or do you have the money to make a rocket by yourself?"
Cid mumbled. He was rich, richer than a normal person because he had
sold a good deal of his share of materia, but to build a rocket you
needed a lot of money. After a couple of weeks seeking funds in his
own,he saw that companies werenīt too interested in space exploration,
or the ones who did, didnīt had enough money to fund it. Until three
weeks ago, when Cid got a letter from a man telling him he would be glad
to talk to him about the rocket. He said his client was very interested
in that project, and would like to talk with him about it.
"Maybe youīre right. Iīll use the goddamn lab coat."
An hour later, Jacob entered Cidīs house. Shera greeted him and told him Cid would be there shortly.
Then Cid appeared, with the lab coat on. It was one of Sheraīs, the biggest he had found, and even so
he felt like any sudden movement would rip it. He invited Jacob to seat and took out his schematics.
He spent the next half hour talking about the new rocket and answering the questions of Jacob. Then
Jacob raised his hand to stop Cidīs exposition.
"Well, Mr. Highwind,you have convinced me. Iīm sure my client will be more than willing to fund
this project. But we want to know something."
"Of course, ask about anything."
"Well, we expect that you will develop new technology exclusively for this project, and we want to
have the rights to commercialize it."
"Are you saying that anything we invent for the rocket will be automatically yours?" Shera asked.
"Well, yes. We are going to spend a lot of money in this, and we want to take out of this as much
profit we can."
Cid frowned. He remembered how the first rocket got built by Shinra, and when he acted to save Shera,they
said it wouldnīt be "profitable" to prepare another launch. Finally, the rocket only lifted off
because of the Meteor. Cid didnīt want to pass all that again, just because someone said it was more
interested in the profits that anything else.
"Well, Mr.Highwind, do you accept?"
"Frankly, Mr.Marley, I donīt like the idea of your client using our technology to make money."
"I knew you would said that, so I bring here a contract that will make everyone participating in
the project have a good share of the utilities coming from the comercialization of anything you develop."
Cid stared with his mouth open. This was better than he tought! A new rocket and a good incoming
of money from it! Shera touched him to make him react and then Cid took a pen.
"Where do I sign?"
"Right here please."
Maybe it was fate, or just luck, but before Cid signed, he saw in the upper part of the contract, in
big black bold letters the name of the company "Rexcon Weapons".
"Wait a goddamn minute! Are you working for a weapons company!?"
"Well, altough our company has also interests in construction and pharmaceuticals, the weapons manufacturing
is still the biggest of our interests."
Cid just got past Jacob and opened the door.
"I donīt want anything to do with death dealers like you and your company! And Iīll be damned
if I let any of you money mongers get close to MY rocket! Get out of here now!"
"Well, Mr.Highwind, if you change your mind, you can call me, hereīs my card."
Jacob took his briefcase and got out of Cidīs house.
Joshua took a long look at his surroundings. The church seemed like new, after his followers
cleaned and repaired it. It was located in the former sector 5 of Midgar. A year had passed since
he apeared in Midgar, healing the wounded and organizing the people. Now, Midgar looked better than
when Meteor almost crushed it, the plates having dissapeared, letting the people see the sky
whenever they wanted. The slums now looked more like a well organized city, clean and peaceful,
everybody busy, since Joshua allowed companies establish there, but with the condition they werenīt
weapons or chemicals companies. A young blond woman went towards him.
"Joshua! Itītime for your preach, what are you doing here?"
Joshua turned around to see the woman.Her name was Julia, and he remembered she was in a very bad
shape when he found her. A huge piece of debris had fell on top of her, and all under her neck was
crushed. When he arrived to where she was, she couldnīt breath. He kneeled and used his power to cure
her. Since then she had become one of his most loyal followers.
"I was thinking. We have done so much thanks to everyoneīs work."
"Yes, but itīs almost time for your preaching, the people itīs coming."
Joshua then walked towards a podium with microphone. He touched it to see if the speakers were on
and saw how the people filled the church. Everyone wanted to come to hear him, and those who
couldnīt get in heard him through speakers colocated in the outside.
Joshua waited until the last person had entered and then began.
"My dear friends, today, as always, we are here to thank a higher power from saving us from the
disaster and death. That power prevented the Meteor called by the forces of evil from killing us
and destroying our planet. That same power makes possible to everyone of us to be, and makes
everything come to life. And that power just aks to us to take care of its creation. So when the
time comes, we will be ascended to the place that is rigthfully ours, as the true heirs of this
planet, and then we will be truly in our promised land."
Joshua stopped to see the reaction on everyones faces. All the eyes were fixed on him. He took a
breath and continued.
"So again I tell to you, be prepared, because soon the time will come when we will have to
reclaim what itīs rigthfully ours from those who donīt want to see the truth. They were given the
same chances that you, to come to us and accompany us, but they prefer to be stuck in their evil
ways. Donīt forget my words, and be ever vigilant of those who donīt want to hear the words of the
Mother."
Joshua then signed and a chorus began to sing, he smiled. Everything was going as planned.
Now itīs time to answer some of your questions:
Yes, Aeris is going to come back, but not in the way you expect it. Letīs just say that she will
have to rely on an old nemesis.
What happened to the other characters? Well, if youīre a Barret/Yuffie/Nanaki(Red XIII)/Turks
fan, then be patient. They will appear,alright,just wait to next chapter.
Who is behind Rexcon Weapons? Why is he so interested in our heroes? What can I expect from
this fanfic? Letīs just say that a lot of old questions will be answered and new ones will pop up
along with new friends and dangers.
In the next chapter (maybe):
-I said that I would answer the question on how new materia is discovered, and I will answer it.
-What happened to Yuffie? What does she have to do with Cloud and Vincentīs journey? Is she still
a materia "hunter"?
-The return of the man everybody loves to hate! Itīs still as ugly as usual and more devious than
ever! Who is he? Well, read the next chapter to find out, if you havenīt guessed.