FF7 - The Sentry Objective
NOTE: Many of the characters presented in
this story are my own. The ones that arent (and you should
know who they are) are not. They belong to Squaresoft, and should
be respected as such. This fanfic picks up at the same time FF7
begins, with the first mission at Sector 1 in current progress.
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1 Sector 7 Midgar
It was always considered night outside...
in Midgar anyway. There was no daylight; the upper city plates
blocked it. This was something Zymon had gotten used to. In fact,
he even grew to like it. He always had appreciation for the
night. It helped him hide better from Colonel Melkampf, who was
always on the hunt for him. A few years back, Zymon had committed
treason against the Shinra military. Now he was a secretly hunted
man with a hefty price on his head. He was lucky though - the
contract was only available to anyone who worked for Shinras
military. Regular Midgar citizens didnt even know about it.
After all, according to Shinras records, he was officially
dead. Any citizens that actually did know about it were
promptly... disposed of.
Zymon hated the Shinra as much as everyone
else did, except that he actually wanted to do something about
it. The rest of the citizens were unmotivated, lazy, and afraid
to do anything useful to the cause. Zymons attempts to get
back at the Shinra were subtle. Any blunt attempt at them would
undoubtedly get him killed. He was officially listed as dead
anyway by the Shinra, and he was also sure theyd love to
follow through with their bullshit claims.
He lived in the Slums of Sector 7 and sold
materia for a living. He lived inside his store as most sellers
in town did, and sometimes got his shipments illegally. That wasnt
uncommon where he lived. Everything was so damn expensive around
there that sometimes you had no other choice. The wandering
soldiers hardly noticed. They couldnt say much. They did
things that were even more illegal like rape, homicide,
and unwarranted search and seizures (which often led to
Of course, every shit spot has its
highlights. In Sector 7, there was Tifa Lockhearts Seventh
Heaven bar. Great place to go you could get drunk off your
ass and then gawk at Tifas ass the whole evening. Some guys
(particularly new people in the area) took a little too far once
in a while with Tifa. She was delicately beautiful, but she wasnt
defenseless. Any guy that took it too far with Tifa first wound
up with pretzel bones, and then another assload of pain would
follow. The third step is to have Mr. Wallaces huge gun
pointing at your temple, then youd literally get thrown
headfirst out the door. It was a look but dont touch place,
Zymons house consisted of four rooms
a main room, bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen, the latter of
which was rarely used. There was no wallpaper, and the paint was
peeling out in some areas. The place was generally dirty looking,
and had only a few lights, which prevented decent lighting. It
was so dim, in fact, that there was even a flashlight tied to the
ceiling in his bathroom. He was sitting at his desk, twiddling
around with one of his split coins. It was where he hid all his
secret information. From his financial records (which he was
paranoid about) to stolen info he got from his friends that spy
on Shinra. He kept them in a large yellow envelope that was
duct-taped behind his desk. His desk being propped in a corner,
it was pretty much perfectly concealed. Shinra soldiers didnt
have the patience or the brains to go so far as pulling the desk
out. Theyd open the drawers; find everything all peachy,
and move onto something else.
Hed been copped up in his home for
nine days by the clock. He looked up at it, restless and
irritable. In a sudden rush of inexplicable energy, he pounded
both fists on his desk, making his split coin jump off the desk
from the force. I need a beer... he thought. He stood up
and stretched, feeling the air from his dusty ceiling fan hit his
palms. It was the first time hed stood up in four hours.
Leaning underneath his desk, he pulled
open a two-inch slit in the back, which led to the opening of his
yellow envelope. He pulled out a small bulk of papers, and picked
out a paper that had a record of all of his split-coin photos. He
put the rest of the bulk back, closed the slit, and headed for
the door. He shut off the lights in the already dim room before
Sector 7... crummy like the rest of
Midgar. He was headed for Seventh Heaven, of course. It was only
about twenty paces from his house, and felt more like home than
home did! He walked in, immediately relieved to hear the sound of
some good hard rock music playing.
shouted Tifa. How are ya tonight?
Zymon said, somewhat cheerfully.
Well take a
seat. Marlenell be right with you!
Zymon didnt look at Tifa like the
other guys did. Hed been around her long enough to actually
get to know her. He thought she was the sweetest, nicest person
he knew. The other guys assumed she was a whore with a great
body, thatd give them a good time, which is why some of
them go too far. To Zymon, however, she was a neighbor and friend
almost in a familyish sort of way. He took a seat, and
Marlene hopped over to help him.
Mr. Quintin! Marlene said, adorably. Zymon smiled back at
Marlene. Howve you been? he asked, happy to see her.
Had a lot of business today. She said, sighing tiredly.
I see! he frowned a bit, pointing a thumb to the other
guys. any of these bastards give you trouble today?
Theyve been behaving themselves. Marlene leaned
closer to Zymon. Tifa said shell teach me a full
nelson tonight after closing! she said.
thats good. Good to know how to defend yourself around
here. Zymon leaned back a bit, putting his papers on the
bar counter. Tifa suddenly spoke up, noticing. Hard at
work, huh? she asked.
he said, clearing his throat. He turned back to Marlene. Could
I just get something soft tonight? Wanna keep my concentration.
I know just the drink! Be right back! Marlene said. And
went to the mixing table, gathering ingredients for his drink.
Tifa approached him, and folded her arms on the bar counter,
staring him straight in the face. She had a sarcastically sincere
hi Tifa! he said, a bit jokingly.
arent gonna join Avalanche with us? she asked.
Im sorry. But it would mean my hide... he said.
it wouldnt matter anyway, because it goes for all of us,
right? she said, a little reassuringly.
make me too easy to find, he said. you dont how
big the campaign for my death really is, Tifa. Itd
jeopardize your operation too much. Thats the last thing I
want to happen. Youre the only organized force out there.
come in so handy though! With the information you could give...
given you lots of information, he said, cutting her off
midsentence. remember? I found you the Mako Reactor
blueprints you wanted, and they obviously are going into use.
we speak, as a matter of fact... she said.
he said, lightening up a bit.
theyre on the mission right now, she said.
that new guy with them? he asked, wearily.
Clouds with them, she said, nodding a bit.
guy is fucking weird, he said in a low tone to keep Marlene
all think hes weird. Except for Jessie. I think shes
grown to like him, she said. She hissed a little bit...
With sudden, shocking force, the entire
room shook rapidly. Drinks fell over. People fell over. Tifa and
Marlene both lost their footing. Zymons chest bucked
forward and slammed against the edge of the bar counter, knocking
the wind out of him.
the fuck was that!? someone shouted.
Zymon jumped out of his seat and helped a
couple of people up. Then he glanced out the window. Everyone was
coming out of his or her houses, aghast at the sudden jolt they
had all experienced. Some were looking up at something, pointing
straight up. A few others looked up, and a couple even gasped.
Zymon and a couple of others ran out of Seventh Heaven and looked
up. Just over the small buildings was a barely visible ball of
fire. It looked to be coming from Sector 1, but it was too dim
and far off to make out.
Zymon walked back in the Seventh Heaven.
The few that were left in the bar had retended to their drinks,
still a little bewildered. Tifa was standing nonchalantly at the
bar, looking at the TV. A huge smirk was across her face.
I know you know what happened... Zymon said. The smirk
clearly gave her away. She looked at him cutely, winking.
one accomplished! she said.
Zymons face went white with
surprise, and a bit of fear.
didnt... he started in a worried tone.
sure as hell did, she said, and looked back at the TV,
which was presenting a live report on the new subject.
was lunacy! Wallace is a total fucking lunatic! he said,
you gave us the blueprints, right? she said. hadda
use them eventually, right?
other options you know! Like... infiltration! Destroying from the
inside! he said. She just looked at him. R...r..right??
the hell good would that do? she asked in a most sincere
tone. The blueprints ARE the infiltration. And technically, we
did destroy it from the inside. Literally! that voice
sounded almost too cheerful...
I guess... he said. But if they trace the blueprints
back to me... well to hell with killing me! Theyll torture
Tifa spun around and grabbed his shoulder.
Just get back to your papers, and dont worry about
it! She pulled him close and softly kissed him on the
forehead. Now I dont do that very much! she
said with a smile. Will that do it for you?
maam he said in the typical bitchwhipped-guy
Zymon went back to the bar counter and
tried to concentrate on the task at hand getting those
split-coins penciled in. He kept VERY close track of them, and
was meticulous with his records. He put in every detail: the type
of coin, value of coin, where it would be put, and even what year
the coin was. He also made note of distinguishing scratches or
other characteristics that would help him find it if he ever lost
About twenty minutes went by from then. He
had had three drinks, and was still hard at work putting in his
information while Tifa and Marlene tended to other customers. Not
one word went on between any of them. Suddenly, he heard a
machine gun go off. Oh
shit... here comes Mr. T. Got a bone to pick with him. He
thought as he stood up, awaiting Barrets return. He went
outside and stood by the door. Looking at Barrets
expression, he could see extreme energy and irritation. Hmmm...
perhaps its better not to risk it just yet... he
thought. He decided to leave while he could and observe from his
house. Sure enough, Barrets associates
scrambled into the Seventh Heaven. Barret stood outside the door
though. He was waiting on someone... after a few moments, a
thorn-haired guy with a straight expression of any Poker players
envy approached Barret. He also walked inside with Barret
following behind. He had a sword three quarters his own size.
must be Cloud... Zymon thought. He looks pleasant... love
his sword though...
After a few moments, his machine gun went
blazing, sending shards of the roof into the sky with the
bullets. A few guys ran out. Then Zymon heard them chattering. He
paid no attention any longer, but instead walked back to his
house, realizing he forgot his papers. Ill get them in
the morning, he muttered, and walked through the door. I
suppose I can question him on it tomorrow.