An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The gang return to Rocket Town, and things are. Not ideal.
‘They’re going to use the rocket to launch the Huge Materia,’ Cid says, ‘that’s the only possible reason they can be going there. They’re going to use my fucking rocket to blow up Meteor! Fucking idiots, there’s no way it’ll work.’
‘We have three of the Huge Materia,’ Cloud says, ‘they must know we have two of them by now, and they don’t know we have the third. They’re going to try and launch it with two.’
‘It won’t be enough,’ Cid sighs, and leans back in the seat. He rubs his eyes. ‘Fuck sake, Shera.’
Cloud chews his lip, and then shrugs.
‘We’d better get topside,’ he says, and rifles in his pockets for his PHS. Looking at it he says, ‘if we can get the Highwind close enough, we should be able to avoid Junon entirely, right?’
Cid shrugs, and pulls one of the side-sticks back, and the sub begins to ascend. ‘Fuck knows. Worth a shot.’
He can’t think, his focus is totally shaken. All he can think about is that he hasn’t spoken to Shera for a week, and he should have called her, and he should have told her that he loves her, and fucking ShinRa are in the town, and it’s his town, and he was meant to keep them safe, and for fuck sake!
They break the surface, and the commander helpfully opens the hatch to get some air in, and before he’s sat back down, because he’s very accommodating, as prisoners go, everyone’s PHS rings at once.