[FONT="]As you read, please try to point any mistakes I have made. In addition, this FanFic like the FF verse, have things in common but differences. In addition, names I use and things with in this story have a purpose and meaning. Also, please give it a chance, I know it longs but I am sure it will be worth it. If not, just tell me to stop or give me tips.
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[FONT="]Final Fantasy: Fate[/FONT]
[FONT="]Chapter One: A world in war[/FONT]
[FONT="]“No don’t give up we have to wait for the winds of battle to Change.” Alex shouted to the front lines. The enemy fire was heavily suppressing Alex and his squadron while they waited. Which was nerve wrecking considering that they had lost a quarter of their manpower, not too long ago.[/FONT]
[FONT="]As the fire rained across the landscape, Alex was gearing up to make an extremely tough decision. He looked down to the ground where he saw a dead comrade rested, and a single frag grenade was visible on his vest. Alex, without much thought grabbed the grenade as he in his mind said thanks to his fallen war brother. He looked around the quick shift made bunkers and gritted his teeth.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Ready! N-N-NOW!” Alex shouted loud enough to overpower the sound of the explosion and gun fire; as the he threw a frag grenade behind him over his bunker creating an explosion. He and every abled body turned and began firing. The smoke and destruction created by the grenade was nothing but miniscule. The city of Atla was already crumbling. The marvel buildings were crumbling and some were even set on fire. The sky was dark, thanks to the many fires that rampaged through the city, like a mad beasts. The city seemed to be dying slowly, killed off by this war. The loud roars of guns being shot and people dying were now common sites. Cars on fire dead bodies lying here and there dismantled in the very sense of the word unrecognizable on the most common of occasion. The city had lost life, the only life it held with its domain was that of the soldiers fighting now. Even with that soon more of the children of this fine city would die. The lights of the bullets shimmered through the battlefield, and almost seemed like festive pyrotechnics, as trying to brighten the mood of their forsaken place.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Man Down! I Need a Rescuer ASAP!” said a masked soldier who saw a comrade fall to his left. He like every other soldier always said something along those lines even though the rescuers could not hear them. It was always done out of habit.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Aldrin who was a rescuer was a tall boy of about six feet and had a slender boy. He had short curly hair, brown eyes and had tan skin, wearing a green bulletproof vest, and navy blue jeans, with a pair of brown boots. Aldrin was not that muscular, but he was very quick which was helpful for his job. Aldrin like the other rescuers hid in the main headquarters for this fight, which was twenty or so yards behind the front lines, the only line of defense they had.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The rescuers focused on their awareness, speed and eyesight, they were responsible for rushing in and retrieving hurt men so the medics could do their part.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Aldrin quickly armed with his pistol which was in a holster, ran low to the ground, as so he could lower his chances of being struck by a stray bullet. He with the grace of a dancer, he maneuvered though the terrain, which had rubble, blood, fire here and there. He made it through the debris picked up the man, and headed back to the headquarters, which was a tall six story circular building, which looked ancient and ready to crumble. The heavy man on Aldrins back felt light, thanks to the adrenaline pumping through this sixteen year olds body. He ran as some bullets passed him by. He finally made it to the headquarters and waiting for him where two people both male wearing the casual white robe and cap, with the familar blue facemask with a stretcher. Aldrin set the man on the stretcher and noticed a huge puddle of blood in the man’s chest area. He also felt the blood the warm, sticky blood on his back.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Aldrin was dazed by the strange and warm sticky sensation from the blood. He snapped back into reality once he heard the sound of a machine gun. He turned around to see his father Alex, retreating with the other thirty people on the front lines. They were going to use the headquarters as a bunker. The smoke cleared enough as the soldiers came back, for Aldrin to see the tank.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The Tanks is a soldier from the Order, which wields two machine guns and protected by extremely thick near impenetrable armor. This monster of war is feared in the battle and not many people but generals could brag about slaying such a beast. The soldier keep walking moving forward and beside it on either side the soldiers of the Order, eighty or so, firing and others reloading as they marched. Some would fall by the fire of the Resistance, the people who fought against the Order.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Aldrin was forced inside the building. A fellow rescuer who wore the same attire as himself dragged him, but he was black as the night sky, with a fierce look in his eyes, and short shaved hair.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Our dads will be okay Aldrin, Got It.” Mali said as he went to the window, and raised his gun, ready to fire at incoming OS (Order Soldier).[/FONT]
[FONT="]Aldrin nodded and got near the side of the window and raised his gun too, as their fathers and fellow comrades where being pushed ever farther back. Once near the headquarters the resistance threw a few of their remaining grenades, and using the explosion, they ran inside the headquarters. Once in, the men swiftly moved without saying anything, to the windows so they could hold of the enemy until the odds were in their favor.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“When is the General and reinforcements getting here!” Said a man annoyed and tired of holding off the enemy. He had swollen face with blood coming down it as well.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“We sent the distress call one hour ago; they should be getting here shortly.” Said a man working the radio to see if they were getting new intel on the enemy they were fighting. The building shook by the machine gun no bullets made it inside, some did blast through the windows but people ducked. No one really did hear the man’s response.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The barrage on the headquarters did not stop. From the higher floors soldiers where firing right back into the enemy. However the tank now had focused on them and was surprising that fire. While the remaining soldiers of still eighty fired right ahead, trying to demolish the building. Some had even thrown grenades. The OS wore all black, black helmets with a black facemask that covered all of their face, black vest, black military pants and black boots. The Tanker just wore black armor that seemed to appear like that of a medieval night.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“We came right on time huh boys? See I was right in deciding to come from the east side.” Said a man as he looked over the parking lot, which was to the right side of the headquarters in Atla.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Okay ready,” The man said as his troops of twenty-got in a line and aimed at their weapons, “SET!”[/FONT]
[FONT="]They began locking in on the enemy which where a maybe less than a quarter of a mile away from them. While the man who was giving the commands, stood proudly behind them was smiling.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Remember the plan boys….you guys are mostly snipers so I will not tolerate you missing any targets.” The man said as he jumped from the building spun in the air and gracefully landed. He rand and extended his right arm to his side. From his hand, a red bright light grew bright and vanished, leaving a sword behind. The sword was black, the blade in its self was two feet long, and the handle was oddly shaped as well as the hilt. The hilt appeared to be that of an eight shot revolver and the handle appeared to be that of a gun. The hilt along with the handle was ten inches or so. This gave the weapon a length of two feet ten inches.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The blade was in the capable hands of the General. Who wore a white long coat as white as snow. He also wore blue jeans, and black steel-toed boots. His height was that of seven feet. He had long jet black hair that covered his face and got into his eyes as he ran. He also wore red sunglasses, which helped hid a scar that ran down from the right of his temple to his chin, and even his chest, but you could not tell than unless you saw him shirtless.This man was known as Tristan Nodin one of the Generals of the Resistance.[/FONT]
[FONT="]As he ran, he extended his Gunblade in front of him, aiming at the Tanker. He had a lock and pulled the trigger, his blade glowed red and then from the tip a huge fireball shot out. Once the fireball hit the OS, it let his troops; the snipers he left on the high ground begin their assault on the OS, making them fall to the ground, without a chance to get back up. The fireball by this time had knocked the tanker down, as well as other OS, and the OS were having trouble figuring out why their left flank was being demolished. While the resistance soldiers from the inside of the headquarters let out a barrage of fire causing the OS to retread. Tristan had decapitated the Tanker as the chaos occurred. He swiftly ran using his warrior monk speed to slay the retreating OS. While his troops without mercy continued their onslaught. The flanking maneuver worked and within ten minutes, the battle had ended.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The dead bodies of the fallen were being retrieved. Others were being treated; those who could move were of the least importance. Tristan opened the room to the captains’ quarters.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Sorry for Ian’s death Alex.” Tristan said as a nurse left to attend other soldiers. Alex was a man with brown hair, white skin, goatee, and was very well built, he sat with bandages across his ribs in a room with a desk, which had a clutter of papers, two chairs and a bunk bed. The room looked gloomy and the only light source was from a flickering light.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“It happens.” Alex said as he looked at the ground. As he seemed to drift to some far off place.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Pssh, Cry now and move on, lieutenant you just got promoted to Captain so act like it.” Tristan said with a cold tone and almost disgusted at the sight of Alex.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Alex with lightning speed stood up and had his right hand around Tristan’s neck. No one could tell he had broken a pair of ribs, the way he moved but he looked at Tristan’s eyes, or tried to anyway because Tristan’s red sunglasses broke any means of real eye contact.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Shut up! I just lost my brother! So shut up you god damned mother f*****!” Alex said in a ferocious voice, making the veins in his neck pop out. “You think you are the only one who lost someone? Well you are not special, you’re just like everyone else so, act like a captain for your men, got it.” Tristan said as the tip if his Gunblade was touching Alex’s Adams apple. Tristan had summoned his blade and aimed it at that spot just millisecond before Alex placed his hands on his neck.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Alex looked down, released his grip, and landed back on the bottom bed of the bunk bed. This gave time for Tristan to remember that Alex and his son Aldrin where both very big men. Alex let out a sigh and looked at Tristan once more.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“We were just going out for a reconnaissance mission trying to find food, clothes, anything really and we came across to an ambush. We managed to make it back. We left with eight people I was the only one to come back. The others sacrificed themselves for my brother and I. Once we got back to the town square, my brother fell down; one of the OS got lucky like hell and killed him. Then a huge fight broke out. “Alex said with his eyes closed tight, and fighting to hold back the tears in his face.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Okay it’s sad I get it. However I counted like eighty OS there is no way such an amount of people would be used for that.” Tristan said as he looked at Alex through his sunglasses.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“No, it was only ten we killed half of them, but the others just showed up.” Alex said holding back to urge to punch Tristan.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Okay select, a new lieutenant, Captain Alex Erl. The night is coming we will move at dawn. The snipers I brought will be posted to our right and left flanks. Just encase another attack were to happen, I have already ordered soldiers to reinforce the headquarters. You worry on resting and crying if you like.” Tristan said as he left, his long coat flapping behind him as he closed the door. All the while leaving Alex irritated.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Tristan walked outside the headquarters, and looked out at the battlefield, which was once a thriving city. Now, it was just a pile of rubble and lifeless, cold and unwelcoming. Bringing sadness to people and reminding him of the score, he had to settle. Tristan sat on the stairs just outside the headquarters watching as the crimson red sun casts shadows on the city, making it almost seem gentle and peaceful. He closed his eyes and tried to meditate.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“What do you want kid huh? Speak up NOW!” Tristan said in an authoritative voice. Aldrin, had been standing behind the door eyeing him from afar. He looked at him and got an angry look on his face. He saw this general sitting there peacefully as if nothing was going on. As if, nothing was going on in Eden.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“How can you just sit there and not help out, huh Mr. General!” Aldrin said as he tightened his fists.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“I already instructed what has to be done. Why do I need to worry, even though I am a general your father has work to do. Even if he is hurt, even if his brother your uncle was killed he has to be a leader and move on. “Tristan said still with his eyes closed.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Why you …..”Aldrin said and stopped for Tristan had turned and made his Gunblade appear it was pointing at the center of Aldrins' forehead.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“If you want to live I would not finish that sentence.” Tristan said as he pierced Aldrin with his eyes, which were hiding behind the sunglasses, Aldrin however still felt scared. Aldrin just made a face and left.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“I guess short temper runs in the family.” Tristan said as he turned and made his blade vanish.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Later that night…………………[/FONT]
[FONT="]Tristan sat on the roof of the headquarters he was eating some bread with water. He was still fasting, being a warrior monk, he still felt obligated to follow tradition. He was gazing at the night sky, which brightly glistened with the twinkling of each star, he then drew his attention to the door, which led to the roof, out came Alex moving a bit slowly from his wound.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“I knew I’d find you here.” Alex said as he walked over to Tristan and sat beside him.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Where are the snipers?” Alex said in a cool voice.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Eating where else?” Tristan replied sarcastically pointing out the obvious.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Oh..yeah..” Alex said as he looked at the sky. “Well about earlier…” He began to say but was cut off by Tristan.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“It is okay, just shut up and rest……..” Tristan said as shooting broke out. Tristan stood and turned to face the square and he could see OS attacking head on once more, this time about forty soldiers, the snipers set on the buildings in either side where opening fire. As well as the soldiers up in the front lines.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Are you going to fight?” Tristan said as he swallowed his bread, and drink, in a flash. Alex just nodded, as this happened the building shook. A huge fire was breaking out from behind the building. A bomb had apparently detonated. Tristan ran to the back and over saw a multitude of OS attacking from behind.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Take half our men to the front and attack, wipe them out as fast as you can and then come help me, okay make sure you send me some too, and the snipers that where up here should focus on the back okay, we have to fight two battles at once.” Tristan said as he jumped of the building, only leaving the flash of his white long coat behind.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Tristan landed with a loud thud, made his gunblade appear and blocked bullets aimed for him with his blade as he pushed forward. He then heard the loud roar of the Tanker’s double machine guns but this time he could hear that sound multiply, he blocked a few rounds, and jumped behind a car. As he did fire from the headquarters erupted on the OS.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Tristan opened the cylinder from his blade and changed the bullets. He placed eight bright yellow ones and removed the seven red ones.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Pssh, I hate wasting these..but it can’t be helped how annoying..” Tristan said as he lay on the ground faced the sky, and fired a bullet at the area where the OS where. The bullet sailed in the sky, it then exploded as it did, from that explosion twelve lightning bolts appeared striking the ground below them. Killing some OS, he stood up and signaled back to the troops to move it; he then ran round the car and began his assault.[/FONT]
[FONT="]He slashed and killed OS left and right, apparently the lightning bullet had taken out the Tankers. As he moved on Tristan felt something was wrong, this attack from the OS was so well executed but now they were falling back, rather easily. Then it struck Tristan like a thorn on his side, he slashed and cut the OS soldier in front of him as he turned and ran back.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Keep attacking defend the back, I’m going to the front. “ Tristan said as he ran up the side of the building, using warrior monk skills. One he got to the roof he ran faster and jumped off the building, and landed hard on the ground below him, but thanks to his training he was alright. He looked up from his landing spot, to see that he was right; Casters were heavily attacking the square. In mid-air as Tristan fell, he fired a lightning bullet over the six casters, who were firing an array of spells. The bullet like last time exploded in mid-air, but unlike last time, there were no fatalities. The casters had just extended their hands and with their other hand redirected the lightning. Tristan landed and headed off to take on all six of the casters. As he dashed forward, he was happy to see that his army had not yet lost hope and kept fighting.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The first caster on his sight fired a fire ball right at Tristan, which he dodged by rolling to the right, as he did, he saw a lightning bolt headed his way, but jumped up high to avoid it, however some of the lightning jumped to his Gunblade shocking his right arm making it go numb. In mid-air, he was struck with a huge water orb that knocked him back to the ground, causing him to tumble and skid across the hard concrete.[/FONT]
[FONT="]As he sat up, he saw a fireball being made but this time, he heard that awful tanker machine gun, but this time it came from his side. The resistance was always good on scraping parts the machine guns from the tanker was no exception, the bullets riddled the caster making the fire ball, killing him. It was by pure luck that they managed, to make machine guns from the previous tanker operational.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Tristan stood up as the machine gun fired to his right where three casters had put barriers, hoping the other two casters could take out the gunman. Tristan swiftly ran at the two casters that where left, drawing their attention, he slashed his sword from about ten yards and squeezed the Gunblade trigger. Creating a horizontal slash but from it lightning bolts came out. This took the Casters off guard, but they managed to create barriers, Tristan moved around them using his full speed, and once behind them he slashed them in half, as he did he opened his weapons cylinder and placed a black bullet in.[/FONT]
[FONT="]He aimed at the three casters, which were still holding up their barriers. “DIE WON’T YOU!” Tristan proudly roared as he fired a dark bullet, which once it hit the barriers it grew into a dark ball, swallowed all three Casters up and white flashes could be seen from within, then it vanished leaving nothing behind. Tristan smiled “Good old gravity bullets got to love em..but..” Tristan thought as he blacked out.[/FONT]