Final Fantasy 7: Emerald Dusk

~Prologue~

Chapter I: DG-847


It had been three years since Meteor had almost decimated the planet. The once great city of Midgar now lay in ruin, yet from deep within the city a heartbeat set out to rebuild and conquer. DeepGround had awakened.

Far beneath the ruins of Midgar, beings of great power schemed and toiled away, bringing the ultimate plans of a madman closer to realization. These beings were among the strongest of DeepGround and were members of the elite team known as the Tsviets.

“We would be foolish not to consider his companions.” Rosso the Crimson as she was known. Widely considered the most ferocious and unstable of all the members of DeepGround. She moved with the speed of a panther and would not rest until the whole world was void of human existence. “From the intelligence we have gathered we can assume that they will come to his aid if he calls on them. So it would be in our interests to eliminate them before they can do any damage to our cause.”

“Agreed,” Azul the Cerulean. A giant of a man whose only thoughts revolved around his passion for battle. “If we eliminate these ‘AVALANCE’ then overpowering the W.R.O will be child’s play. What do you think Nero?”

The two glanced over to the third being; Nero the Sable. A man constantly engulfed in darkness. A man whose loyalties were to one person alone.

“We will do whatever Weiss wishes.”
Weiss then came forth into the room. Weiss the Immaculate, a man who had helped rebuild DeepGround after its collapse during Meteorfall. He had been made its leader, and was the head of Tsviets. He was unquestionable, and untouchable. “What have you three found?”

Azul offered Weiss a portfolio of photographs.
“The first picture is Reeve Tuesti, Commissioner of World Regenesis Organization. He will be a key figure that we will need to destroy in order to break the moral of the W.R.O. He will be easily dispensed of.”

“The second is Cid Highwind. He is leader of the Airship division of the W.R.O. He is currently on a good will mission to Wutai.”

Weiss chuckled, “Is this all? You’re just showing me pictures of people I already know. Is there anything else?” Rosso stepped in front of Azul and took over.

“There is only one of these people that needs to be considered.” Rosso pulled one picture from out of the stack and handed it to Weiss. Weiss’s face became stained with anger at the sight of the picture.

“His name is Cloud Strife. He is the owner and delivery boy of Strife Delivery service. Our intelligence tells us that he is the one who killed Sephiroth. This man should be dealt with immediately. If someone was powerful enough to defeat Sephiroth and has good relations with Valentine then we cannot let him run around. He must be dealt with immediately.”

Weiss clutched at the picture of Cloud. Anger consuming his face. Then in a sudden, Weiss’s face relieved the anger and his face returned to normal.
“I agree. This Cloud must be dealt with above all others. Send DG-847 after him.”

There was an elongated pause after the mention of DG-847. The three looked about themselves.

“But sir,” Azul spoke out. “DG-847 has never been used in a field test, we still don’t know to what limit we can control him.”

“I don’t care Azul, send DG-847 after Cloud Strife or I’ll have your head.” And with that, Weiss turned and left the room in an anger that had been consuming him slowly for the last three years.

There were no more questions asked, Azul went to work immediately in preparing DG-847 for his trip. While Azul oversaw the preparation for DG-847’s bike, Shelke; a girl who looked no older than thirteen approached him.
“Do you really think DG-847 can beat him?”

“Maybe, and maybe not.”
“I’ve heard that DG-847 used to be a SOLDIER: First Class. Is that true?”
“Yes, in fact he was one of the best SOLDIERS that Shin-Ra ever had. He even defeated Sephiroth on more than one occasion during the war.”
“Why would he have fought Sephiroth if he was a SOLDIER?”
Azul watched the men finish the preparations for DG-847’s departure, ignoring Shelke’s question.

“Everything is prepared.” Azul pressed the button on the COM link so the prep-team would hear him. “Send him out. Now!”

The bike was charged and ready to go. The sword that was made for him was attached to the side of the bike. The helmet was being loaded with all of the information that he would need.

The door opened, revealing DG-847. He wore the same outfit that all members of DeepGround wore. He lifted his helmet, removing the cords from the helmet and placing it atop his head. He could see his target, Cloud Strife.

He mounted his bike, revved the engine. The garage began to open, and once the doors were wide enough for his bike to fit he was off. He rode up the tunnel to the surface, and reached the ruins of Midgar.

He traveled through the ruins, not bothering to take in any of his surroundings. He didn’t need to notice them, he wasn’t programmed to. Yet as he drove by a broken down church, he had a flash of images race through his mind. A man with long silver hair raised a massive katana over his head and swung at him.

His bike swerved as his concentration wavered, and the flashing image brought back a pain, like something that was tucked deep away.
But none of that mattered now, there was only one thing he need concern himself with.