//Raid One Target: Junon Objective: Vengeful Retrieval
Who: Sephiroth, Vega, Kadaj(?), Jenova(?) [Open to all in/around Junon once they disembark]
When: Resultant of this. A couple days after Gold Saucer breakout and needed thugs extra manpower are acquired. Calender has as 16/Dec. Daytime
Location: Entering Junon
Rating: PG-13 for associated violence.
Summary: The anger had become unbearable. After a few days forcing some loose form of discipline into the prisoners they had successfully rescued converted from Gold Saucer the urge to exact revenge had become close to all-consuming. They had to act now, it was time to teach them not to meddle in the affairs of higher beings.
It had been surprisingly taxing, finding the people which were able to polish the raw violence many of their new recruits possessed, out of the small slum-town of North Corel. A small part of Sephiroth had wanted to teach them all personally, but he had to keep a constant eye on the bigger picture within their enclosed dome. To say that he was a harsh master wouldn't be fair, but the small gaps in defenses, the thoughtless desperation with which many of them had fought with up until now was choking. Had the goal not been preservation, advancement, Sephiroth would have had a right mind to put them all out of their pitiful existences
But we need them all. To get HER back. To MAKE them BURN.
[Is this Mother's will, or your own?]
Sephiroth had been mostly silent for a lot of the time since they'd taken the golden girl. Deep in thought or seemingly lost in oblivion though the intricate, well learned notions of tactics kept thinking a way for this predicament to be dealt with quickly, cleanly, successfully. Another failure was unacceptable.
Even aboard a cargo ship which had been all too easy to hijack once it had sailed from Costa Del Sol, leaning against a railing from the top deck with the wind whipping his hair like some great cloak, Sephiroth found he couldn't tear his eyes from the horizon. Their target still lay just out of sight but Sephiroth knew it was there. She had to be there. His instincts told him so. Where else would they take her? He knew he wouldn't stay aboard the ship once they got a visual but out of the 30 people they had picked to come, he was the only one able to take an alternative route. It wouldn't do much good if he couldn't see the whole picture of the battleground and he would only be able to do so from an elevated viewpoint before he picked the best location to take matters into his own hands. Made perfect sense.
There was one thing about this particular stretch of sea though that flashed the ghosts of degraded memories. It never changed much, still smelt the same, the breeze was just as bitter. It seemed every time he had ever crossed any sea on this forsaken rock, it had been to a battle of some degree. Mother's promised land seemed ever more desirable the instant Sephiroth's thoughts drifted in that direction, the promise that eventually he would be rewarded for all of this, with his destiny. It re-invigorated thoughts, drew Sephiroth's focus back to the present. It wouldn't do to dwell on pointless details of his past, especially given that it was hardly remembered.
Sephiroth stood for only a few minutes more before singlehandedly hopping up onto the railing, spreading arms and one great wing out in one motion before the wind could shake his balance. A moment later he was airborne with the expertise of any angel and heading, ahead of the ship for the coastline. He would watch, for the time being from several feet above Junon for the signs of the first screams the first fires as the ship pulled into the harbor.
[OOC: Some part of me needed to get this written before Xmas in case I forget any details which struck me today. Tag after the embark or on the cargo ship before Sephiroth leaves it if you like!]
When: Resultant of this. A couple days after Gold Saucer breakout and needed thugs extra manpower are acquired. Calender has as 16/Dec. Daytime
Location: Entering Junon
Rating: PG-13 for associated violence.
Summary: The anger had become unbearable. After a few days forcing some loose form of discipline into the prisoners they had successfully rescued converted from Gold Saucer the urge to exact revenge had become close to all-consuming. They had to act now, it was time to teach them not to meddle in the affairs of higher beings.
It had been surprisingly taxing, finding the people which were able to polish the raw violence many of their new recruits possessed, out of the small slum-town of North Corel. A small part of Sephiroth had wanted to teach them all personally, but he had to keep a constant eye on the bigger picture within their enclosed dome. To say that he was a harsh master wouldn't be fair, but the small gaps in defenses, the thoughtless desperation with which many of them had fought with up until now was choking. Had the goal not been preservation, advancement, Sephiroth would have had a right mind to put them all out of their pitiful existences
But we need them all. To get HER back. To MAKE them BURN.
[Is this Mother's will, or your own?]
Sephiroth had been mostly silent for a lot of the time since they'd taken the golden girl. Deep in thought or seemingly lost in oblivion though the intricate, well learned notions of tactics kept thinking a way for this predicament to be dealt with quickly, cleanly, successfully. Another failure was unacceptable.
Even aboard a cargo ship which had been all too easy to hijack once it had sailed from Costa Del Sol, leaning against a railing from the top deck with the wind whipping his hair like some great cloak, Sephiroth found he couldn't tear his eyes from the horizon. Their target still lay just out of sight but Sephiroth knew it was there. She had to be there. His instincts told him so. Where else would they take her? He knew he wouldn't stay aboard the ship once they got a visual but out of the 30 people they had picked to come, he was the only one able to take an alternative route. It wouldn't do much good if he couldn't see the whole picture of the battleground and he would only be able to do so from an elevated viewpoint before he picked the best location to take matters into his own hands. Made perfect sense.
There was one thing about this particular stretch of sea though that flashed the ghosts of degraded memories. It never changed much, still smelt the same, the breeze was just as bitter. It seemed every time he had ever crossed any sea on this forsaken rock, it had been to a battle of some degree. Mother's promised land seemed ever more desirable the instant Sephiroth's thoughts drifted in that direction, the promise that eventually he would be rewarded for all of this, with his destiny. It re-invigorated thoughts, drew Sephiroth's focus back to the present. It wouldn't do to dwell on pointless details of his past, especially given that it was hardly remembered.
Sephiroth stood for only a few minutes more before singlehandedly hopping up onto the railing, spreading arms and one great wing out in one motion before the wind could shake his balance. A moment later he was airborne with the expertise of any angel and heading, ahead of the ship for the coastline. He would watch, for the time being from several feet above Junon for the signs of the first screams the first fires as the ship pulled into the harbor.
[OOC: Some part of me needed to get this written before Xmas in case I forget any details which struck me today. Tag after the embark or on the cargo ship before Sephiroth leaves it if you like!]