Wai wai wai wai wai! I wuv my new FF7 wall scroll; Cid and Vincent are in
the lower left hand corner so they're right over my monitor as we
speak...my two favorite men in the whole game right here *sigh*

Anyway, on with the fic.

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Final Fantasy VII: Children of Jenova

Chapter 11

"Well," Cid sighed, lighting up a cigarette and surveying 
the work he and the crew he'd borrowed from Reeve had done, 
"I think that should do it."

Vincent raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly did you plan on 
testing it?" he asked. "I doubt Junon's air force has 
cloaking devices yet." Cid flinched.

"Shit, Vincent, don't bug me about the details, all right?" 
He shrugged. "Did Reno ever come back?"

Vincent shook his head. "No, and the way Elena was talking, 
it's not likely that he will."

"Damn." Cid looked at his watch. "I'm givin' him another ten 
minutes. If he doesn't show we're takin' off without him. I 
can't say I blame him after that business earlier. It's a 
goddamn miracle that thing didn't get hold of a major artery 
or anything..."

"I don't think it has anything to do with that," Vincent 
said as he helped Cid pack up his tools. "It has to do with 
Elena."

Cid whistled softly. "You're kidding. He's still chasin' 
after her?" He chuckled and started back towards the bridge. 
"C'mon. We'll go ahead and fire up the engines, and if he's 
not back by the time we're ready to go, we'll go on ahead. 
We can't be sittin' around on our asses waitin' for him when 
Zack's in danger like this." He flicked the smoldering butt 
of his cigarette over the railing and onto the tarmac and 
sighed. "I hope Junior's not too pissed at me for leaving 
her behind like this."

Vincent chuckled. "She knows you're only looking out for 
her, even if she won't admit it." Then he stopped, and a 
rare grin broke out on his pale face. "You realize that 
you've left Reeve in a very awkward position, don't you?"

"Hell, I didn't have much of a choice." Cid lit up another 
cigarette. "Who else was I supposed to leave them with? It 
was either Reeve or Elmyra, and Elmyra's got her hands full 
enough with Marlene over there. Besides, staying at his 
place'll help take Junior's mind off all this shit that 
happened." Vincent thought it over and nodded. 

"True, and I think Reeve knows it too." Vincent paused for a 
second. "I always wondered how someone like him could have 
ever gotten mixed up with Shinra."

Cid snickered, blowing out a puff of smoke. "He was probably 
too young to know any better. And so were we."

"True again." Vincent said with a small laugh. "We'd better 
get moving."

*			*			*

"Vail?" Heidegger, trailed by Raven and the Turks, 
cautiously stepped inside the Nibel reactor and looked 
around. Two of his brand new SOLDIERS stood outside the 
doors of the reactor, which relieved the Turks to no end; no 
way in hell were they about to guard this place again after 
what happened to Stuart before. "Vail, where are you?"

Archer took a look inside the pod room and snickered. "I 
found her." He pointed, and Heidegger poked his head through 
the door to see Vail either asleep or unconscious, sitting 
on the floor, head bowed, Masamune at her side. Her back 
rested against the door in the back of the room, the door 
with the legend "Jenova" inscribed above it. "What's her 
problem?"

Heidegger slipped past him and went up the steps leading to 
the Jenova room door. He shook Vail's shoulder, and she woke 
with a grunt. "All right, Vail. Where's this fine young 
SOLDIER you've picked out without bothering to tell me?"

Vail yawned. "In there." She gestured towards the door 
behind her. 

"Why'd you put him in there?" Heidegger frowned. "Forget 
it." He stepped over Vail's legs and into the Jenova 
chamber. "I thought you said this was a six-year-old, 
Raven."

Raven stared, open-mouthed, at the young man that occupied 
the tank that had once housed Jenova. "But--that's what 
Vail's report said! Zack Strife, age six...what the hell is 
going on!?"

"Kid must have taken his vitamins," Archer muttered. 

The tank contained what appeared to be a young man about 
seventeen years old; his brown hair was shot through with 
white and stood out in little spikes. His body twitched 
occasionally as the green Mako energy shot through it; 
instead of the usual shower Vail gave the other prospective 
SOLDIERS, the green energy was feeding directly into the 
boy's body through several IV tubes that snaked around him. 
"God," Heidegger gasped, looking away. "Vail, I hope you 
know what you're doing!"

Vail snorted and adjusted her position, trying in vain to 
get comfortable on the hard floor. "I know exactly what I'm 
doing. Now shut up and let me sleep." With that, she curled 
up in a ball and began to snore softly.

Kain and Stuart looked at each other; both were thinking the 
same thing. When they had been inducted into SOLDIER, they 
had gotten a nice tidy shot of Jenova cells and a few days 
in one of these little human pressure cookers out in the pod 
room. This kid--guy--whatever was getting a whole new 
treatment. Also, it did not escape their notice that the kid 
lacked the incision they had seen on the necks of the other 
SOLDIER candidates. There was something Vail wasn't telling 
them about this guy. In fact, Kain was fairly sure that 
there was a lot of shit Vail wasn't letting out, about a lot 
of different things, and he had just opened his mouth to say 
so when he was interrupted by the distinct whir of an 
airship's engine. "I think we've got company," he said and 
dashed outside, followed by the other three Turks.

Raven squinted up into the sky. She expected to see the 
Highwind cruising over the mountain; the airship she saw 
instead was smaller, more streamlined; it was painted black, 
and the Shinra logo on the tail was covered by a spray-
painted red circle and slash--the universal symbol for "no." 
Above it was the stylized fighter jet that was the Wratt & 
Pitney logo, and flying from one of the masts was a black 
flag with a grinning skull and crossed bones emblazoned upon 
it. "What the hell is that!?" she blurted as the black 
airship cruised on by and dropped out of sight over the 
horizon.

"That's the airship the W&P guys stole," Stuart mumbled. 
"Nice paint job."

Raven rolled her eyes. "Air pirates. Now this is just 
silly." She glanced over at Heidegger. "You want us to chase 
it down in the chopper?"

"Nah, you better not. There's no telling what kind of 
weapons it's carrying. I'll call and send a few fighters 
after it." Heidegger shook his head. "No wonder Scarlet's 
pissed."

*			*			*

/Where...where am I.../

Zack struggled to open his eyes, but it felt as if his 
eyelids had been super-glued shut. And someone had stuck him 
with at least three needles and left them there. Zack did 
not like needles. He wanted to pull them out, but like his 
eyelids, the rest of him was frozen in place. /I want to go 
home,/ he thought. /I want Mom and Dad./

And then he heard the voice. It was the voice that had 
spoken to him in his nightmare just a few nights before. 
"You want to go home to your father? Do you know what kind 
of a man he really is, Zack?"

/Shut up!/ his mind spat at it. /Leave me alone!/

The voice seemed to laugh softly, and it continued. "Did he 
tell you about Meteor? Did he tell you that HE was the one 
responsible for that?"

/You're lying!/

"Oh, I assure you I'm not. He gave me the Black Materia. Ask 
him yourself sometime. Let me show you what really happened 
that day." 

In his mind's eye, Zack saw a blinding white flash. When it 
cleared, he found himself standing in a deep crater. In 
front of him were several people, among them his mother and 
father, Cid, and Red XIII. And high above them, in a 
crystalline cocoon, was the source of the voice that 
tormented him. Sephiroth. Zack watched as Red XIII handed 
the Black Materia over to Cloud, and he watched as Cloud 
passed it through the wall of the cocoon into Sephiroth's 
hand. 

"You see," Sephiroth said, "I am telling you the truth."

As much as Zack wanted not to believe what he saw, he knew 
deep down that it was true. /Why didn't he tell me?/

"Who knows," Sephiroth's voice sighed. "Perhaps he thought 
he was protecting you. Perhaps he was simply ashamed of 
himself." He paused. "Has he ever told you about Aeris? Of 
course he has. I suppose he told you I murdered her."

/Stop it./

"It's time you knew the truth. Look." There was another 
flash, and Zack saw a young woman in a pink dress kneeling 
on a stone altar, hands clasped in prayer. He watched Cloud 
approach her...he watched Cloud raise his sword to strike 
her...and then he saw the woman slump forward, dead.

Zack's already precarious hold on reality gave way.

/He lied to me...how could he do that to me!?/

"He has deceived you, Zack." Sephiroth smiled at him. How 
could Zack know that he'd just seen a slightly edited 
version of the events in the City of the Ancients? "I can 
help you. His deceit will not go unpunished."

Sephiroth held out his hand to Zack...and Zack took it 
willingly.

Vail snorted and rolled over irritably. She decided it would 
be a good idea to bring in a cot or something, as much time 
as she spent in this plant watching her experiments. A loud 
crash in the Jenova chamber woke her up completely. 
/Already!?/

The door slid open and a very angry-looking young man came 
running out, completely ignoring Vail as he flew out of the 
plant. 

"You forgot your--" she started, holding up the Masamune as 
the white-haired young man whizzed past her. Then from 
outside there came a short, strangled yell. And then there 
was another.

Vail stood up and followed. Stepping outside of the reactor, 
she found the bodies of the two SOLDIERS Heidegger had left. 
Both were dead. One had been relieved of his armor and 
sword. Zack Strife had vanished. And Vail began to fear that 
her experiment had run out of her control. Calmly, she drew 
her cell phone from her pocket and dialed. "Scarlet, there's 
a problem. The two SOLDIERS Heidegger left here were 
unstable. I had to neutralize them. And it seems the 
treatment was too much for the Strife boy. He's dead. I've 
already disposed of the body, and I've taken care of the 
problem with the regular SOLDIERS. It was an isolated 
incident with the two pods they were in; I've fixed them 
now. We will have no more problems."

Vail had learned one thing. Always tell Scarlet what she 
wants to hear...

*			*			*

The Highwind took to the air, without Reno on board. He 
hadn't returned, and Cid decided they just couldn't afford 
to wait any longer. He figured the best place to start 
looking was Neomidgar, and he'd just started heading the 
ship that way when he got the call from Reeve.

"Hey, Cid! I just got a distress call from Nibelheim!"

"What!?" Cid dropped his cigarette. "What's going on?"

"They didn't say for sure, just that some nut came down off 
the mountain, tore some stuff up, and then holed himself up 
in the Shinra mansion. They're saying he looks like a 
SOLDIER troop, but they're not sure."

"Shit." Cid ran a hand over his eyes. "Tell 'em to hang on. 
We're on our way." He thought about it a bit, and then 
asked: "Did you get a description?"

"Yeah." Cid heard what might have been a swallow. "Early 
twenties, short spiky white hair, SOLDIER armor that didn't 
quite fit with a sword to match."

"Got it." Cid nodded. "We'll be there in a few minutes."

*			*			*

Reeve set the phone down with a shaking hand. The 
description of the psycho in Nibelheim almost precisely 
matched up with the spiky-haired Sephiroth from his 
nightmare, and the more he thought about it, the more he 
began to think that Cloud would find his son in Nibelheim, 
and the reunion would not be a pleasant one.

Reno noticed this, and pulled up a chair near Reeve's desk. 
"This is bugging you pretty bad, isn't it?"

Reeve nodded gravely. "I'm probably just being stupid, but 
this is giving me the willies. I don't like it a bit."

"Me either. You think that nut in Nibelheim is Cloud's kid, 
don't you?"

"I hope like hell it's not, but I keep thinking about the 
stuff Vincent told us about Sephiroth. He says the Jenova 
treatments made him grow incredibly fast, so I have to 
wonder if that's what's happened to Zack." Reeve paused, 
staring blankly at a spot on his desk. "Or maybe if there's 
something more to it."

Reno decided this would be a good time to change the 
subject. "How's Shera and Little Cid doing?" Reeve chuckled 
halfheartedly. 

"Don't call her that to her face. She goes off." He opened a 
desk drawer, rummaged around in it, and found what appeared 
to be a very old pack of cigarettes. He found a lighter 
after a few more minutes of digging, and he lit up a smoke. 
He coughed. "Damn...Cid's a bad influence on me. I quit 
these damn things right after the Meteor thing happened. 
Haven't touched them again till last night." He took a deep 
drag, turned green, and coughed violently. "God, these are 
stale!"

Reno snickered. "Where's the cat, anyway?"

Reeve coughed some more, then gave up and put the ancient 
cigarette out and made a mental note to go buy a fresh 
pack as soon as possible. "I had him take Shera and C.J. to 
get some dinner. If you didn't notice last night, I have 
your typical single-male refrigerator--ice, snacks, and 
fifty gallons of beer."

"Not anymore," Reno appended. "Between the four of us, I 
think we cut it down to two or three bottles left in there. 
Oh, I almost forgot..." Reno opened up his briefcase (Reeve 
thought Reno looked very funny dressed in a wrinkly suit 
with his shirttails hanging out and carrying a very 
businesslike thing like that, but didn't say so), pulled 
something out of it, and tossed it to Reeve.

"What the hell is this thing?" Reeve asked, holding it up. 
It looked like a whip with a button on the side of the 
handle. 

"Electric whip. I got it a few weeks ago. It looked pretty 
cool, but it just didn't do anything for me. I thought you 
might want to try it out. It beats that little stun gun 
you're packing now, anyway."

"I think Rude would beg to differ with you on that, 
Reno." Reeve raised an eyebrow and hit the trigger; little 
blue-white sparks danced along the length of the whip. 
"Cool," he muttered, setting the thing down on his desk. 
"Hope I won't have to use it anytime soon." His hopes were 
dashed to bits just seconds later, as the intercom box on 
his desk came to life.

"Governor Brannon! There's a bunch of monsters heading right 
for us! We've managed to hold them off so far, but there's 
just too many of 'em!"

"Shit..." Reeve shook his head. "What kind? Can you tell?"

"They don't look too nasty, but like I said there's a 
pantsload of 'em...mostly Zemzeletts, a few other things 
mixed in. They won't get past us unless we run out of ammo."

Reno stood up. "I'll get Rude. Tell that guy to hang on." 
Reeve nodded.

"I'm sending you some reinforcements. Try to hold them off."   

"Yes, sir." And the intercom snapped off with a sizzle of 
static.

Reeve paced around for a few minutes, from time to time 
glancing at the electric whip Reno had given him...and after 
some thought, he picked it up and dashed outside. But before 
he did that, there was one other thing he had to take care 
of. He grabbed Cait Sith's control box and fiddled with it a 
bit.

*			*			*

"Psst." Cait Sith poked Junior on the arm. "I wasn't gonna 
give you this with your mom around, but I think you're 
fixin' to need it." He reached behind him, unzipped his Mog, 
and unobtrusively passed Junior a paper bag. 

She opened it, and her face lit up. "Whoa," she gasped. "I 
never saw a slingshot like this!"

Shera shook her head and groaned. "We're going to have a 
nice talk later," she whispered at the cat.

"Trust me," Cait Sith replied. "Say, can you use any 
weapons? Any at all?"

"I have three shotguns at home," Shera replied. "Why do you 
ask?"

"Because there are some monsters headed this way." Cait Sith 
ducked into the weapons store they were passing and emerged 
a few minutes later with a double-barrelled shooting iron 
that was almost too big for him to carry. "And I hope we 
won't have to mess with them, but we should be prepared just 
in case. Hey, C.J.--" Cait Sith hopped over to the kid, who 
was trying to figure out her new "toy." "You put your hand 
through like this, so that strap goes over your arm, and 
hold it like this--" He reached down and demonstrated. 
"That's so you can pull back on it harder. And don't use 
rocks. I got you some of these." He reached into the bag and 
handed Junior a pouch of small metal balls. "This ain't a 
toy, C.J. It could hurt someone really bad, maybe kill 'em. 
Don't even point it at anything you don't plan on shootin', 
okay?"

"'Kay." Junior took out her old slingshot, removed the 
Lightning Materia from its handle, and snapped it into the 
handle of her new weapon. "Hey, there's another one on it!" 
Shera took a look and frowned.

"Restore?" she asked, and Cait Sith nodded. "I hope we won't 
be needing it."

Cait Sith stood on his tiptoes and whispered (in Reeve's 
real voice) to Shera, "Reno and Rude are on their way. So am 
I. If things get hairy, I want you and C.J. to try to hide 
and let Cait Sith deal with it. He can be replaced. You two 
can't. Be careful."

"Here they come!" Junior shouted, pointing up the street. 
Something that looked like a cross between a bird and a 
prickly pear cactus was heading straight for them.

"A Zemzelett," Cait Sith muttered. "You two head for cover! 
I'll take this mutant!" He raised his megaphone and brought 
it to his mouth. "Sic 'em, Moogle!"

"Ugh!" the Moogle replied. It took off at a full sprint 
towards the creature, leapt up, and whomped it on the head. 
The Zemzelett fell backwards, squashing a few of the smaller 
critters that had followed it. As it raised its head off the 
concrete, Junior let fly with a projectile that embedded 
itself in the thing's skull, right between the eyes.

"Wow!" Cait Sith gasped. "Kid, you could give Vincent a run 
for his money with that thing! Hey--" Something the looked 
like a large frilled lizard reached up and tugged at Cait 
Sith's cape, and he spun around and bashed it over the head 
with his megaphone. "Why you little--Moogle! Kill!"

"Ugh!" the Moogle grunted again, and brought both fists down 
onto the thing's head. It fell lifelessly onto the street.

Another of the frilled lizards dashed up the street, 
straight for Junior. She raised her weapon and fired, 
narrowly missing it. At that moment, the world seemed to 
cease its rotation as a single word escaped her lips: 
"Shit!"

Shera turned white and spun around. "Junior!"

Junior shot her a remorseful glance and then let fly with a 
second shot at almost point-blank range. This one did not 
miss; the lizard's head exploded into several chunks. "Eww!" 
she wailed as one of said chunks landed on the toe of her 
boot. "My shoes!"

"I'll buy you some new ones," Shera mumbled as she took aim 
and fired into the center of a pack of three or four 
lizards. Two fell dead to the ground, two remained alive but 
not for long. Cait Sith promptly conked one with his 
megaphone and his Moogle conked the other with its bare 
hands.

"Hurry up, Reno..." Cait Sith muttered as a second Zemzelett 
came at them, followed by a third and a fourth. "Oh, 
hell...three of 'em!"

Shera fired again. "Correction; two." One of the things, its 
cranial cavity now nicely packed with buckshot, flailed its 
wings and fell over onto its face.

"Oh, man, I wish Cid was here to see this!" Cait Sith raised 
his megaphone, but this time he did not order the Moogle to 
strike. "Hey, you! Freeze!" he shouted, and as he did a 
yellow Materia in his megaphone sparkled. The Zemzelett 
stopped dead in its tracks, awaiting further orders. "Yes! 
I got 'im!"

The remaining Zemzelett began to flap its wings, stirring up 
a filthy little cyclone which it sent hurtling towards Cait 
Sith, Junior, and Shera. 

"Run!" Cait Sith screamed, but the whirlwind had already 
caught them, knocking Cait Sith off his Moogle and Shera 
onto the ground. Junior stood her ground for a second or 
two, and then she flew backwards several feet and landed 
hard on her bottom.

"Ow," Junior whimpered.

"Hang on, kid, I got you covered!" Cait Sith scrmabled back 
up to his usual perch and raised the megaphone again. "Hey! 
White Wind! Over here!"

The manipulated monster plodded up the street and flapped 
its wings; this time the wind it sent flying at them was 
pure and warm, and Shera and Junior stood back up, none the 
worse for wear. 

"Thanks, you big lug...now go beat on yer buddy there a 
while!" 

The monster grunted and with one swipe of its wing sent its 
companion sprawling into the street face-first. The second 
Zemzelett stood up again, utterly confused and wondering why 
in the world its fellow had just bashed it over the head. 
While it thought about that, Junior pegged it with a shot to 
the head. Scratch one more Zemzelett, but there were two 
more behind it along with a whole swarm of lizards. Cait 
Sith shook his head. "Jeez, they just keep comin'...where 
the hell is Reno? Oh, no--" He raised his megaphone to shout 
an order to the Moogle, but too late. Three of the lizards 
hooked their claws into his cape and pulled him off his 
mount. Two more attacked the Moogle itself. "Shera! Go ahead 
n' shoot these things!"

"What!?" Shera did a double take. "But I'll hit you!"

"Just do it!" A lizard's claw ripped into Cait Sith's fabric 
skin and severed a wire or two. "Okay, you little creeps," 
he muttered, his voice distorted with static. "I'm goin' out 
in style! Moogle! Slots!" he ordered.

The Moogle nodded and opened its mouth; visible inside were 
the triple wheels of a slot machine. Cait Sith crawled over 
and pulled the Moogle's right wing, and the wheels began to 
spin. One bar. A lizard whisked Cait Sith's megaphone out of 
his hand and began to gnaw on it.

Two bars. The lizard spat out the megaphone and closed its 
jaws around the cat's throat.

Three bars. As the lizard succeeded in separating Cait 
Sith's head from his body, the sky above grew dark and 
cloudy. Shera grabbed Junior by the arm and dragged her into 
the nearest building as something descended from the clouds. 

It was a huge gray dragon.

The dragon opened its mouth and a ball of energy began to 
gather within it. The monsters gazed up at it warily. Junior 
pressed her face against the nearest window to get a better 
look. 

Bahamut released the energy he had gathered, and the pure 
white beam ripped every single monster that remained to 
shreds. Then as suddenly as he had appeared, Bahamut flapped 
his wings and sailed back into the sky. The clouds cleared 
and the sun shone upon the dead bodies of some fifty lizards 
and eight or so Zemzeletts.

"Awesome!" Junior gushed. Then she saw Cait Sith.

The Moogle stood in the middle of the street, its fur 
shredded and torn and some of its wiring clearly visible. 
Near it lay Cait Sith's body and head, both sparking and 
twitching feebly. "Oh no!" Junior sobbed and ran out into 
the street just as Reno and Rude finally arrived, with Reeve 
close behind. She burst into tears. 

"We too late?" Rude panted. Reeve shook his head.

"Nah. Cait Sith took care of it." He sighed as he looked 
over what was left of his robot. "Poor little guy." He 
picked Cait Sith up carefully, and Junior sniffled.

"Those stupid monsters did it," she sobbed, and Reeve gave 
her a hug.

"Hey, don't cry. He'll be okay. Don't you know what they say 
about cats?"

Junior sniffed again and looked up. "They...they have nine 
lives?"

"Yep. This was only his third one. He's got plenty left. 
Just wait a few days, okay?"

"'Kay." Junior wiped her eyes.

"You and your mom okay?" Reno crouched down next to her and 
patted her on the head, and Junior nodded. "Good."

Shera dropped the shotgun and sat down on the curb. Her 
knees were wobbling just a bit too much to stand up. Junior 
trotted over and sat down beside her, and Shera put an arm 
around her. "Junior," she began, "did you say what I think 
you said a few minutes ago?"

Junior looked at her feet. "Yes, ma'am. Sorry."

Shera nodded. "We'll leave that little detail out when we 
tell your father about this," she said as she gave Junior a 
big hug. She still did not like the idea of Junior getting 
into a fight of any magnitude. But at that moment she was so 
proud of Junior she was about to burst.

---

Author's Notes: I know what you're thinking...Cait Sith's 
THIRD life!? What the hell is the author smoking? For the 
sake of continuity, let me explain. Cait Sith II was retired 
soon after the end of the game and replaced with Cait Sith 
III, which added the aforementioned artificial intelligence 
program; expect Cait Sith IV to have a significantly 
improved version of that program...what? Shera owns three 
shotguns? Again, let me explain. Right after you get Cid in 
your party, if you go back to his house you will find Shera 
in the garage working on the old car. I figured if the car 
was her pet project, those shotguns on the wall of the 
garage were probably hers too...I was going to continue on 
after the battle in Junon to have the rest of the guys meet 
up with Zack in Nibelheim, but I figured the Zack/Sephiroth 
scene was dark enough and this chapter needed to end on a 
happy note (most of the previous chapters have ended darkly 
in some degree, if I remember right)...cool bit of totally 
un-fic-related news: I found a FF7 wall scroll with all the 
characters and a chocobo on it today (tho' I think they 
shoulda put Sephy on it instead of that stupid chocobo)! Wai 
wai wai wai wai wai wai! AND the guy said if I came back on 
Tuesday he might have one with just Cid on it and definitely 
one with just Vincent! Wheeee! Twenty well-spent bucks a 
pop! Of course, I was torn between the FF7 one I got and the 
one with ALL the Inner AND Outer Sailor Senshi And Chibimoon 
AND the Starlights...ah well. There's always next payday.
 

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--Sailor Solathei

"Ice...snacks...and--fifty gallons of BEER!? What kind of life does she
lead, anyway!?" --Shinji Ikari
"Hang on to your drawers and don't piss in 'em!" --Cid Highwind
"A brand new ML to blow up! Wai!" --Zen
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Happiness is a belt-fed weapon
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Sailor Solathei's Cid Highwind shrine (still under very heavy construction)
http://members.xoom.com/ssolathei/cidshrine.html and the Cid Highwind Otaku
Ring: http://members.xoom.com/ssolathei/ring.html