Fanfic: Old ties Crossover: FF8/Prototype
Prototype/Final Fantasy 8
Written in such a way that you need to know both games to truly get all the references. Written as a challenge in a drabble meme.
Title: Old ties
There's an island laboratory, practically on the edge of the map, where monsters lay and nightmares sleep. In the deepest recesses of its bowels, hidden from sunlight after thousands of years, lies a tank with a hooded man floating inside.
The concoction of chemicals, bioreceptors and feedback blockers in the fluid has decayed into a cloudy mush, their effectiveness much past their due date for replacement. Monitors and warning systems have long since been powerless so they'll be no warning when the system finally fails and the prototype inside is released.
It's rumored that Guardian Forces consume memories. This is true. What no one even has an inkling about, is that the GFs are man-made and from the long forgotten past when science, not magic, reigned. And the scariest little fact of them all? The source of all the mutations that led to GFs, to their symbiotic and parasytic relationship with man, that strain of DNA and RNA that boggles the greatest minds of all time, even end-times?
That virus that led to some of the most powerful beings known to existence is personified by a vengeful and petty scientist that doomed a city to pay for his death. A man that killed tens of thousands of innocents in the name of his personal justice. A man that has been knowledgeable of what he was used as a template for, a man aware that soon he'll be free from the only prison that could hold him, a man that stewed in his vendetta for revenge long after the descendants of those who imprisoned have petered out into the genetic pool, the bloodline dead.
A group of SeeDs, young yet battle-hardened mercenaries, stumbled on this island far from any other landmass and fought the last guardian meant to stop Alex Mercer from escaping, the last fail-safe to keep the virus in check and trapped too far from land to rain his brand of careless chaos on unsuspecting towns and cities.
The long drawn-out battle shook the compound to its base and with a high-pitched creak the glass cracked in a single diagonal line across stress points that had slowly picked away at the tempered material. Soon, spider webs of cracks crisscrossed back and forth and the pressured liquid inside seeped out for only a second before the force shattered the entire enclosure.
Zeus was now free.
Zeus was so hungry.
Zeus knew he had a ride to catch.
Squall would soon be needing all the help he could get as another Sorceress' war had suddenly become the least of his problems.
A/N:
FF8 in a nutshell is an RPG where teenage mercenaries battle a time Sorceress that compresses time at the end of the game. The Summon system has a plotpoint that only one of the mercenary schools uses the powerful guardian forces, since it is rumored to be too dangerous and in fact most of the main characters had lost more than half of the memories of their entire life and hadn't really caught on because it was trained into them not to dwell on it.
A deliciously dark premise if taken a certain way.
You can check out http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Deep_Sea_Research_Center for a quick read up on that the island in the middle of nowhere and the fight that happens there, if you like.
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Prototype in a nutshell is a free-roaming sandbox power dream come true where you play Alex Mercer, an amnesiac bent of finding out who made him a shapeshifting purple people eater.
Written in such a way that you need to know both games to truly get all the references. Written as a challenge in a drabble meme.
Title: Old ties
There's an island laboratory, practically on the edge of the map, where monsters lay and nightmares sleep. In the deepest recesses of its bowels, hidden from sunlight after thousands of years, lies a tank with a hooded man floating inside.
The concoction of chemicals, bioreceptors and feedback blockers in the fluid has decayed into a cloudy mush, their effectiveness much past their due date for replacement. Monitors and warning systems have long since been powerless so they'll be no warning when the system finally fails and the prototype inside is released.
It's rumored that Guardian Forces consume memories. This is true. What no one even has an inkling about, is that the GFs are man-made and from the long forgotten past when science, not magic, reigned. And the scariest little fact of them all? The source of all the mutations that led to GFs, to their symbiotic and parasytic relationship with man, that strain of DNA and RNA that boggles the greatest minds of all time, even end-times?
That virus that led to some of the most powerful beings known to existence is personified by a vengeful and petty scientist that doomed a city to pay for his death. A man that killed tens of thousands of innocents in the name of his personal justice. A man that has been knowledgeable of what he was used as a template for, a man aware that soon he'll be free from the only prison that could hold him, a man that stewed in his vendetta for revenge long after the descendants of those who imprisoned have petered out into the genetic pool, the bloodline dead.
A group of SeeDs, young yet battle-hardened mercenaries, stumbled on this island far from any other landmass and fought the last guardian meant to stop Alex Mercer from escaping, the last fail-safe to keep the virus in check and trapped too far from land to rain his brand of careless chaos on unsuspecting towns and cities.
The long drawn-out battle shook the compound to its base and with a high-pitched creak the glass cracked in a single diagonal line across stress points that had slowly picked away at the tempered material. Soon, spider webs of cracks crisscrossed back and forth and the pressured liquid inside seeped out for only a second before the force shattered the entire enclosure.
Zeus was now free.
Zeus was so hungry.
Zeus knew he had a ride to catch.
Squall would soon be needing all the help he could get as another Sorceress' war had suddenly become the least of his problems.
A/N:
FF8 in a nutshell is an RPG where teenage mercenaries battle a time Sorceress that compresses time at the end of the game. The Summon system has a plotpoint that only one of the mercenary schools uses the powerful guardian forces, since it is rumored to be too dangerous and in fact most of the main characters had lost more than half of the memories of their entire life and hadn't really caught on because it was trained into them not to dwell on it.
A deliciously dark premise if taken a certain way.
You can check out http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Deep_Sea_Research_Center for a quick read up on that the island in the middle of nowhere and the fight that happens there, if you like.
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Prototype in a nutshell is a free-roaming sandbox power dream come true where you play Alex Mercer, an amnesiac bent of finding out who made him a shapeshifting purple people eater.