Chapter 02: Rebel Assault
As Terra left the old man's house and started to cross the bridge, she heard people screaming and shouting at her.
“There she is!” Some townsfolk cried out. “This is the harlot that violated our hometown!”
“After her! We can't let her get away.” More citizens of Narshe shouted.
Below Terra, some surviving rebels gathered around the town square and started to look up at the bridge. “We got you now bitch! End of the line.”
“No.....NOOOOOO!” Terra cried out in terror as she fled for her life. She crossed the bridge and started to desperately search for an escape route. She searched and searched until she came across an abandoned mine entrance. “What's happening? What did I do to deserve this?”
Inside the abandoned mine, the cold weather started to slap Terra right in the face. Why did she have to wear an outfit that resembled a bikini? This was probably the most impractical outfit to wear in weather like this.
“Whomever made me put on this outfit needs a slap in the face! Brrrr...” Terra shuttered as she was struggling to make her way through the cave. “Oh gods....oh gods....so cold...!”
Just as things couldn't get worse, Terra felt her stomach rumble and groan. “Oh man...I'm...so hungry! I don't even remember when I ate something...I don't remember anything....past nor present....”
Terra struggled to run and hide from the Narshe rebellion, as well as the angry townsfolk that were out for her blood. Terra wondered where it went all wrong...the slave circlet not only robbed her emotions and the ability to feel pain, but also her memories. “So this is what pain and hunger feels like...Mgh!”
When Terra gotten into another corridor of the mines, she heard people following her. As she turns around, a group of rebels surround her and shouted, “There she is! Capture her!”
“No....NO. LEAVE ME ALONE!” Terra wailed as she looked for a way out. But alas, it was no luck. The rebels started to corner her into a dead end.
“We got you now bitch!” The leader of the rebels cheered out as he started to approach the cornered girl.
“Uh oh...” Terra thought to herself as she felt the floor below her give way. Right there, the floor collapsed, making Terra fall into yet another corridor.
“Shit!” A rebel exclaimed in dismay. “I didn't see this coming.”
The rebel leader beckoned his men to follow them, as he said, “It's not too late. We shall get our hands on that hag.”
“Aye aye captain!” The others cheered out as they followed their leader.
Below ground, Terra felt the pain, hunger, and frigid weather eat away at her body. She wept a little bit, the tears of pain freezing to her face as they fell from her eyes. “I can't take it anymore....it's just too much...”
Terra struggled to get back up, but her body was too weak and battered to continue on any further. So Terra passed out in pain and agony, with everything fading to black around her.
Many years earlier...
“Hey, let me go! Let me go at once....or else....!” Terra protested as she found herself bound to a chair.
“Vwe hee hee hee...what was that my sweet little magic user?” A sinister high pitch voice asked. As the door was opened, a sinister looking man entered the room with a circlet. The man had harlequin makeup on his face, his blonde hair tied in a low ponytail sticking out of the fancy feathered turban he wore on his head. He was clad in a series of mismatched outfits of green, yellow red, and the occasional polka dotted scarves, robes, trousers and poofy green sleeves. His fingernails were long and painted a bright blood red.
“What do you want Kefka?” Terra spat in anger.
Kefka went over to Terra, and started to grab a fistful of her curly chartreuse hair. “Bitch! Is that anyway to speak to the great and almighty Kefka?”
Terra replies with spitting in Kefka's face.
This made Kefka even more angry, as he started to slap Terra across the face. “That's it! I'm going to put this slave circlet on her head, so you won't talk back to me, the almighty general Kefka!”
“Grrr....” Terra growled in rage. “I'm going to kill you! I swear to the gods, I am going to kill you for this!”
Kefka then puts the slave circlet on Terra's head and laughs maniacally. “Vwe hee hee, that's what you get for talking back to a higher authority bitch!”
Another day, another conquest....Kefka and Terra were searching around for Alagabletturs, so they can take in new demi-humans as slaves for the empire. The demi-human beings on these Alagbletturs are the descendants of the Eidolons from the world of Altair, whom took refuge in Midgard after the War of the Magi ended. With nowhere to go, and the portal to Altair sealed up, they decided to form secret societies in hidden cities and towns, so they could be safe from human persecution. The only humans allowed were summoners, since summoners are trained from child hood to form bonds with demi human beings, as well as their Eidolon relatives from Altair.
However, in some of these Alagabletturs, little did these demi humans know that the Gestahlian empire was finding ways to track down their clan, using them as slaves for the Empire's own sick entertainment.
“Vwe hee hee! My sweet puppet! Lead the way. I smell the aroma of an enchanted spot.” Kefka cackled as he made Terra lead the way for him. In both magi-tek gears, the monstrous machines were carrying Unbreakable metal cages to throw their prisoners inside. Once inside, with the door shut, escape was impossible for any sort of living being, human or otherwise.
By Kefka's commands, Terra used her magic pendant to reveal the Alagablettur that awaits them. “Good girl...Now! Time for claim our war prizes! Mwa ha ha ha!”
In the village, the demi-human inhabitants tried to flee for their lives, as they saw the magi-tek armor approach their town, dragging some iron strong cages behind them. However, only a few could escape. Some were trampled to death by the magi-tek's giant legs. Others were blasted with Terra and Kefka's magi-tek abilities that were shot from the mecha's mouth.
However, for many others, they were captured and thrown into the cages as if they were a sack of potatoes. But when one of the cages were open for a brief amount of time, a bird woman of garuda descent made her attempt to escape. Alas, Kefka's magitek armor caught the garuda woman by the wings and said, “Oh no you don't bird bitch! There is no escape from the magi-tek knights. Mwa ha ha ha ha!”
“Put me down this instant!” The garuda woman cried out as she struggled to get free. Sadly, the magi-tek armor's grip was stronger than she was.
Kefka got ready to give a command to Terra. The arm of his magi-tek armor showed Terra the garuda woman. He smiled and commanded, “See this bird bitch? I want you to put her in your cage. Got that my little magic user?”
Terra looked over at the garuda woman and the arm of her magi-tek armor reached out and caught the garuda woman. The garuda woman looked shocked at Terra and screeched in horror. “No young lady! You wouldn't dare! You wouldn't....”
“Silence!” Kefka screamed at the garuda woman. “My little magic user, put this bird bitch in your cage and lock the door as soon as possible!”
So Terra obeyed Kefka's commands, as she took the garuda woman, and tossed the hapless creature into the cage and locks the door behind the creatures that struggled from inside.
“Well done my sweet little magic user!” Kefka cheered as he clapped his hands in delight. He looked down at the garuda woman and grinned a wicked grin. “Vwe hee hee....! Oh yes....you demi-human maidens will be performing some fine entertainment in my bedroom tonight. You shall all be fine young comfort women suited for pleasing me and entertaining me! Kyo ho ho ho!”
“You bastard! You BLOODY BASTARD!” The garuda woman cried out in horror, realizing what Kefka had in mind for the demi-human women that were captured.
“You won't get away with this.” A naga woman snarled at the wicked court mage in the magi-tek armor.
“Oh yes I will!” Kefka cheered in delight. “See that slave circlet on my companion's head? I developed even more, just for prisoners like you all! The men will be put to work, while the women will be put to use in other manners....and you know what? There is nothing you creatures can do about it! Oh ho ho ho!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” The prisoners cried out in terror. The two magi-tek knights took off from the ruined town and made their way back to Vector, with the helpless demi-human prisoners in tow.
Up on the balcony of the immense Imperial palace, the elderly Emperor Gestahl stood up, facing his fellow people of Vector. Alongside the old man, were Kefka and two other generals.
The other male general was a dark skinned man with a blonde crew cut, a stern look and wore a green and gold trench coat with green trousers, orange gloves and brown leather boots. He also wore a belt carrying a sword and dagger sheath.
The female general had long yellowish blonde hair that flow slightly passed her wrists crowned with a blue, gold plated headband. She wore a white hooded cloak with pink lining, a green striped leotard with a tanned leather breastplate and bikini bottom, with a bejeweled blue belted short skirt that matched her leotard she wore under her leather armor. Her arms were adorned with blue and tan leather fingerless gauntlets and fishnet fingerless under gloves. She wore blue and gold high boots that went up to her knees and she had a carrying pouch strapped around her right thigh.
Emperor Gestahl stood up to the crowd and gave a speech.
“Soldiers of the Gestahlian empire....We stand at the dawn of a new era! The lost art of magic is returning to this world once more. We are the ones chosen by the gods of magic! The time has come to claim our dominion over the world of Midgard. Now nothing shall stand in our way!”
As Gestahl and his generals were giving the people a salute, everyone started to cheer for the Emperor. “Hurrah...Hurrah! Long live our mighty Emperor!”
In the back of the room, Terra sat their, slouched like an emotionless life-sized rag doll, staring into space.
The Present day....
“Ah yes! I made it big!” A young thief said to himself as he carried some accessories and artifacts with him in a tan leather sack. The young thief stood about an average height with a slender build. He wore a blue denim vest and worn out denim trousers with a slightly baggy white shirt underneath. Some strands of light brown hair peeked out of his colorful bandanna that was adorned on his head. He appeared to be rather pleased with the loot he discovered in a nearby cave.
As the thief made his way to the old man's house in Narshe, he sets his bag off to the side and presents himself to the old man.
“Geez Locke, what took you so long?” The old man groaned impatiently. “Busy with all the looting and plundering again?”
“But I'm not a looter!” Locke protested. “I'm a treasure hunter!”
“Ha! Looter...Treasure hunter....whatever!” The old man scoffed.
“Umm...there is a big fat difference between the two.” Lock said back. “Anyways, you need me for something?”
The old man nodded his head and sighed. “Yes I need you for something. I met a young lady recently....”
“You mean that magic using hag?” Locke said in disbelief. “You gotta be kidding me.”
“No, I'm being serious!” The old man retorted. “Anyways, the rebels in Narshe are pursuing her even as we speak. The rebels are just too stubborn and independent to join an underground resistance such like the Returners. I tried to explain to them that the girl was being manipulated by the empire, but they were way too pig headed to listen to me.”
Locke groaned and replied, “Humph! Very well. I'll go and help this girl.”
As Locke made his way to the cave, he jumps down the whole and sees the unconscious Terra laying there. Locke checked the girl's pulse to see if she was alive. “Yes, she has a pulse. She's just unconscious...”
While Locke was planning to carry Terra out of the cave, he heard some Narshe rebels shout out some commands to the other fellow guards and they all started to search around the cave. “Now we got that hag. We're going to give her a taste of her own medicine!”
Locke's stomach started to knot up like a fist as he overheard the guards coming for them. “Ah crap! I'm done for...! I'm no match for them!”
Then, Locke heard a noise “Kupo!”
Right there, Locke was greeted by an army of moogles, led on by the great moogle warrior dubbed Mog. “Moogles, you're all willing to help me out?”
Mog nodded his head and cheered. “Kupo, Kupopo!”
“Thank you all.” Locke sighed in relief. “Look, I stay and protect this girl, while you all go and ambush the guards. Understand?”
The moogles nodded their heads and got ready for battle. “Kupo!”
The army of moogles started to ambush the Narshe rebels. The rebels started to feel uneasy, but tried in vain to fight the furry army off. “Damn it! I didn't see this coming.”
Since Mog is a geomancer, he learned some environment altering dance moves that brought the rebels and their trained monsters to their knees. Yes indeed, they may look cute and cuddly, but moogles are a lot more fearsome than people give them credit for.
“Noooo....NOOOOOO!” A guard cried out in terror. “I'll do anything, just please....PLEASE....”
One of the moogles shook its head “no”, and pierced the guard's heart with his spear. The moogles decided to march on to the opposite end of the cave, slashing up the guards and their beasts one by one.
One of the dying guards with a nasty, bloody wound on his abdomen staggered over to his boss, pleading for the man to help him out. “Please boss, you gotta help me...These moogles...”
“Why aren't you dead yet Tork?” The boss howled in rage and disappointment. “Real men die with honor. Only cowards flee with their lives.”
“But nothing Tork! You shall die with honor!”
The boss went over to Tork and slit his throat with a sickle, killing the dying man instantly. “There, that will shut him up forever....”
Just as the boss entered battle, he was ambushed by Mog and his gang of moogles. “Kukupopo!”
“No....NOOOOOO!” The boss cried out in horror as these winged, cream colored, cat-like beings were chasing him around with blood soaked weapons. “Go away! GO AWAY! Leave me alone!”
No matter how much the boss tried to fight off these furry warriors, they still started to pursue the man relentlessly. “Kupo...kupo....KUUUUUUUUPO!”
“Get away! Get away! Aaaaack!” The boss cried out, his screams of terror echoing throughout the cave. Mog decided to finish the man off by summoning a portal underneath the rebel boss' feet, sucking him in to an unknown void. His screams echoed as he started to vanish from sight.
The surviving rebels witnessed the downfall of their leader, and started to flee for their lives.
“Nooooooooo! We're done for! AAAAACK!” The survivors cried out in horror as they all fled the abandoned mine.
As all the rebels were defeated, the moogles went over to Locke and Terra, smiling and beckoning him to leave the cave. “Thank you all moogles. We're grateful for your help.”
“Kupo!” Mog cheered as he winked at Locke and bid him farewell.
Locke started to carry Terra with him as he was making his way out of a cave. He decided to try a secret exit that can only be opened by a switch hidden within the cold stone walls. He gently lays Terra up against a wall as he pulled the switch lever and opened up the secret exit.
When the secret exit opened up, Locke took the unconscious Terra and searched around for some shelter, so Terra could be warmed up and nursed back to health. “I got to find shelter...and fast! I don't know how long this girl is going to last like this.”