nightmares

[ ϟ ] — Marked. Made into vessels, slaves of the Fal’Cie. For the very moment the ex-soldier had barged through the gates of the Vestige in attempts to save her sister, the unruly deity had awaken to take these intruders - makes them into puppets for its own selfish needs. 'Save Cocoon' they believed their Focus required. But could that really be interpreted from the vision? A fragmented pieces of the fall of Cocoon from the sky in a great pillar, the summoning of Ragnarok to destroy its prey in a final assault. The War of Transgression could soon have its conclusion, a retribution for the scars of war.       While minds were set into protecting their home, a doubtful challenger held a hidden agenda. What the Fal’Cie had granted her was not an order of protection, it was an order of annihilation. ' Destroy Cocoon.' And there was one side willing to go forth with that plan. The Purge, after all, had been the perfect mask. A false operation to hide a true genocide. What the Fal’Cie had instilled into the ex-soldier was anything but to save Cocoon — Lightning Farron was made into the ideal weapon to bring down the planet. And that was exactly what the Sanctum needed.        Straying from her party upon the Palamecia, the roseate veered off on her own to ‘fight’ the Primarch. But what her friends failed to realize was of misconception, Lightning was not on their side any longer. She had not ventured ahead of the group to take out Primarch Dysley — she meant to join him. And therefore she did not resist PSICOM soldiers when they escorted her towards the Lieutenant Colonel. With a weapon pointed to the dangerous L’Cie, one of the soldiers addressed to their leader.                 "We caught this one astray from the other L’Cie…says she wants to join us."

          Jihl was rather cautious of her intentions, but of course, at the same time, she could never truly discover what lied underneath the l'Cie's actions unless she let the events unfold - to an extent. And then when all was said and done, she would spring and take the l'Cie for her own. Either by execution (which was the more favorable option), or she could use the l'Cie to her own gain, and use it as a token of sorts to heighten her own seat of power. 

          Thus far, PSICOM, and the rest of Cocoon's military, had a, to be blunt, a hell of a time, attempting to catch and chase the l'Cie. It was only more than pleasing to see one of their own deliver herself to them.

          "Oh?" She looked curiously at the other. Yes, she remembered Lightning, although she'd never directly worked with the other. She was far too powerful to work with a simple lowly officer like her. "Is that so, Lightning? Do you wish to join our cause?"