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Final Fantasy: Shinra's Heir
by PJ
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Chapter 9

     "Sir, the Firestorm is approaching our starboard aft position," reported
the bridge tactical
officer.

     Captain Jones left his chair to gaze out the starboard observation window,
watching as the
silver Highwind-class airship slid into position beside his own craft.

     "The Firestorm is hailing us."

     "Transfer it to my headset," ordered Jones, frowning as he took his seat
again.

     "Captain Jones here, why have you joined us, sir?"

     "Our forces were routed at Nibelheim.  I've come to take charge of the
Rocket Town
assault," replied Colonel Kurita sharply.

     "As you wish, sir.  We're about ten hours away from the target."

     "Maintain the squadron's course and speed.  I'll take over when we're in
attack range."

     "Aye, sir," nodded Jones just before the comm line was broken.

     "Inform me when we enter attack range of Rocket Town.  Colonel Kurita will
be assuming
tactical command."

     "Aye, sir," acknowledged the tactical officer, his attention never leaving
his screens.


     "Finally, my Little Bronco is finished," smiled Cid proudly, staring up at
the bow of the
small flying ship.  "How about we take it out for a test flight?"

     "You go ahead, I have to get home to Jenny," replied Vincent, wiping his
dirty hands with
a small towel.

     "She's really got you domesticated, eh?" chuckled Cid.

     "Not really," protested Vincent without much conviction.

     "Are you going to leave her?"

     "I think it's for the best.  I shouldn't have stayed as long as I did."

     "Do you love the lass?"

     "Yes," admitted Vincent with a swallow.

     "I'm not one to give advice about relationships, but I think Jenny's been
really good for
you.  Perhaps you should stay with her, see how things work out.  She loves
you, everyone knows
it."

     "I noticed," blushed Vincent.

     "Ha!  Go home to your girl.  I'll keep Little Bronco company," grinned
Cid, slapping
Vincent roughly on the right shoulder.

     Vincent returned Cid's smile with difficulty, tossing his soiled towel
amidst some nearby
tools before beginning his short journey to Jenny's house.  It was early
evening, Vincent could
smell the scent of cooking emanating from the kitchen.  He softly closed the
main door, following
the pleasant odors of broiling meat and baking bread until he entered the
kitchen proper.

     "Vincent!  How did work go today?" asked Jenny cheerfully, slicing freshly
baked
bread for dinner.

     "It's done.  Cid's taking Little Bronco out for a test flight right now."

     "Oh," said Jenny, momentarily freezing in mid-slice before resuming her
task.

     "I was thinking that I might leave for awhile, travel to Midgar to see if
Cloud might need
some help.  He might still be fighting Jenova for all I know."

     "I see," replied Jenny, her back stiff.

     "I'd come back.  I've enjoyed our time together," smiled Vincent weakly.

     "Could I come with you?" 

     "It would be too dangerous.  It would be best if you stayed here."

     "Well, I better give you a good dinner before you go," laughed Jenny,
carrying the plate of
bread to the kitchen table.

     "I will be back."

     "I believe you," smiled Jenny, leaning down to kiss Vincent's forehead.
"Let's eat."


     The wind blasted over Cid's head as he piloted the Little Bronco higher
into the clouds. 
He laughed loudly with exuberance, happy to be in the air once more.  Enjoying
the roar of the
Little Bronco's engines, Cid frowned suddenly when he spotted the cloud of dots
growing larger along the southern horizon.  Cid banked the Little Bronco,
speeding towards the unknown flyers.
When Cid got close enough to recognize the larger airships, he cursed under his
breath and banked again, this time altering course to take him back to Rocket
Town.  A buzzing grew louder behind him, alerting him as two Shinra flyers shot
past his cockpit.  Gritting his teeth, Cid armed the machine guns built within
Little Bronco's wings and opened up on the Shinra craft, destroying one and
ripping the wing of the second flyer.  Praying to his engines for more speed,
Cid held course for home, hoping he would reach it in time to warn Vincent and
his fellow townsfolk.


	Vincent and Jenny sat at the summit of a slope that led down to the beach
line.  They leaned against each other, watching the descending sun turn the
ocean to bronze.  Jenny held Vincent's hand tightly, relishing the feel of his
body next to hers, trying to store the sensation in her mind.

	"When will you leave?"

	"In the morning, after breakfast.  Hopefully I can catch an airship in
Nibelheim that will take me straight to Midgar."

	Jenny turned Vincent's face towards her, stroking his smooth cheek.  She
leaned forward, kissing him tenderly on the lips.  Vincent returned the
embrace, enjoying the taste of her full mouth.  Jenny pushed Vincent onto his
back, opening his shirt, sliding her hands over his strong chest.  She kissed
him again, unbuckling his pants, licking his neck.

	"Jenny..," said Vincent.

	"Hush.  Give me this," replied Jenny, dragging off Vincent's pants, wrapping
her fingers around his cock.  She rubbed her small hands up and down Vincent's
shaft while he placed his right hand under her blouse to massage her small
breasts.  Jenny smiled, her tits becoming hot from her lover's fondling.  She
stopped stroking Vincent's cock long enough to pull off her blouse and slide
out of her long skirt.  She pulled off her panties before straddling Vincent's
crotch, grinding her pussy over his quivering shaft.  Jenny placed her hands on
Vincent's wide chest, bending down to lick his nipples.  Vincent groaned
softly, running his hands through Jenny's blonde hair.  Jenny licked up
Vincent's chest and neck, then kissed his mouth while guiding his prick to her
yearning cunt.  She inserted Vincent's cock into her vagina, gasping softly,
licking her lips as she felt the long pole probe up into her uterus.  Jenny
started humping Vincent's shaft, her small ass bobbing up and down slowly, her
pussy adorning Vincent's cock with glistening honey.  Vincent grasped Jenny's
breasts, squeezing them firmly, pinching her little pink nipples.  Jenny moaned
loudly, her vagina clenching around her lover's pole, milking it for his hot
seed.  Vincent and Jenny writhed together desperately, each knowing that this
could be their last time together for a very long while.  Jenny stretched out
across Vincent, wrapping her thin arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily,
covering his mouth with hers as they both approached orgasm.  Vincent groaned,
blasting his cum into Jenny's warm belly.  Jenny panted softly, closing her
eyes while she climaxed, showering Vincent's crotch with her juices.

	"Hold me," commanded Jenny, her arms still around Vincent's neck.  Vincent
placed his strong arms around Jenny's small waist, clutching her to him,
mingling his warmth with hers.



	Cid sighed with relief as Rocket Town came into sight.  He guided Little
Bronco to the center of the village, switching the airship to hover mode.

	"Citizens of Rocket Town!" shouted Cid from Little Bronco's audio speakers.
"We are about to be attacked by Shinra forces!  Please seek shelter for the
children and prepare to defend our homes!"

	Cid didn't wait to see if anyone obeyed, he roared towards the beach to see if
Vincent and Jenny were at their usual spot.  Little Bronco reached the beach
quickly, and sure enough, Vincent and Jenny were wrapped up together in a
tangle of blankets and bare limbs.

	"Vincent!  Get dressed and go to the south entrance of town!  Shinra airships
are heading our way!"

	Vincent waved his arm in acknowledgment.  Cid nodded and turned Little Bronco
south, ready to defend his home from Shinra with his dying breath.


	Vincent and Jenny ran home, the streets filling with panicked villagers. 
Women dragged screaming children to the concrete bunkers surrounding the old
rocket launch platform.  Men and women who had guns moved to guard a barricade
hastily formed across the southern edge of Rocket Town's main street.  Vincent
walked Jenny home, releasing her hand when she was safely at the front yard
gate.

	"Stay inside.  You'll be safe in the basement."

	"I want to be with you!" protested Jenny, her face streaming with tears.

	"You can't.  Please, go to the basement," smiled Vincent, kissing Jenny
reassuringly on the nose.

	"Vincent..I wanted to tell you later tonight..," hesitated Jenny, grasping
Vincent's hand.

	"I have to go," urged Vincent, trying to take his hand out of Jenny's, the
approaching airships already buzzing in the distance.

	"Vincent..I'm pregnant," said Jenny softly.

	Vincent blinked, his hand forgotten in Jenny's grasp.

	"What?"

	"I'm having your child."

	"Jenny," smiled Vincent, stroking the girl's left cheek.

	"I wanted you to know.  You better get over there," smiled Jenny wanly,
kissing Vincent's hand, then letting it go.  Vincent watched Jenny disappear
inside, the imminent attack momentarily forgotten.  Shaking his head to clear
the fog, Vincent sprinted towards the barricade.


	Cid hooted as another Shinra flyer exploded from machine gun fire.  Cid
piloted Little Bronco into a controlled spin, firing his guns the whole time.
Four more flyers ripped apart, flaming debris fluttering down towards the
earth.  One of the Highwinds fired a salvo of missiles at Little Bronco.  Cid
cursed loudly, going into evasive maneuvers, aiming towards another hovering
Highwind.  Little Bronco dived down at the last minute, but the missiles
continued, impaling the Highwind's hull, detonating deep in its heart.  Cid
swatted another flyer down before gaining altitude and raking a Highwind with a
steady burst of gunfire.


	"Take down that airship!" screamed Col. Kurita while a third Highwind
disappeared in a bright fireball that lit up the night sky.

	"We're trying, sir, but the craft is very agile and the pilot is quite
talented," replied the tactical officer with grudging respect.

	"I don't care if that ship is being flown by Cid Highwind himself, destroy
it!"

	"Aye, sir," growled the bridge officer, directing missile fire towards the
wily little airship.


	Vincent held tightly to the rifle in both his hands, watching helplessly while
a large airship touched down and disgorged a swarm of green armored Soldiers.
The Shinra troops formed into ranks, their black rifles gleaming under the
harsh light of flares fired from the Highwind.  The Soldiers marched toward the
barricade, the defenders checking weapons one more time before the killing
began.  Vincent ground his teeth together, he could feel the beast straining to
break free.  Now is not the time, he whispered to his dark half, shouldering
his rifle and aiming at the head of one of the lead Soldiers.

	The first shot blew the head off a Rocket Town villager.  The remaining
defenders opened fire, knocking down several Soldiers in the attacking front
rank.  Vincent fired steadily and precisely, taking out squad leaders when he
could, then switching to Soldiers with heavy weapons or obvious materia.  Fire
and Bolt spells flashed between both sides, explosions lighting up the night,
accompanied by the screams of the dying.  Vincent grunted when a bullet slapped
into his left shoulder.  The wound healed quickly, and Vincent slew his
attacker with a negligent head shot.
The villagers of Rocket Town accounted well for themselves, the Soldiers
withered under the concentrated fire, with few townsfolk casualties behind the
barricade.  Growing desperate, the Highwind airship opened its forward missile
bays, hurling bright projectiles towards the village proper.  Homes and shops
disappeared in pillars of fire, the villagers watching in shock as their town
was systematically obliterated.  Vincent stared along with the rest, then
roared in fury when Jenny's house disintegrated from a missile strike.  

	Vincent's body grew, becoming taller and more muscular.  Clothing ripped to
shreds as large, bat-like wings unfurled from Vincent's back.  Vincent's skin
turned to deep purple, his eyes glowed with blood-red fury, his fangs gleamed
like razors.  Vincent hurled into the air, releasing Fire blasts from his
claws, burning any unlucky Soldier in his path.  When all of the Shinra troops
were dead, the transformed Vincent turned his deadly gaze towards the airship.
Turbines roared as the craft slowly rose back up into the sky.  Vincent clasped
his hands together, concentrating.  A swirl of black smoke formed in front of
Vincent, tongues of fire flashing within the mist's heart.
A huge pearl white skull emerged from the smoke, opening its fleshless jaws
wide, vomiting a shaft of blood red energy.  The beam punched right through the
middle of the airship, splitting it in two.
The two pieces of debris fell, trailing fire until they hit the ground and
exploded with loud thuds.
Still lost to bloodlust, Vincent flew after the airships fighting in the
distance, the dark sky illuminated by dying flyers and streams of tracer fire.


	Cid grimaced when another missile slammed into Little Bronco's starboard hull.
 The main machine guns were dry, Cid was reduced to using the lighter caliber
secondary guns.  The secondaries were useless against the large Highwind ships,
but they could still take down flyers.  Cid pulled back on the control stick
with all his strength, fighting to keep Little Bronco level while he lined up
another flyer for a shot.  He squeezed the firing stud, smiling coldly as slugs
tore a long rent across the flyer's port side.  Cid was temporarily blinded
when a cloud of missiles roared around Little Bronco's cockpit, rocketing out
into open air to the left before exploding.  Cid struggled to keep control of
his craft as aftershock waves from the missiles shook Little Bronco violently.
Cid turned his head right, watching as the Firestorm dived towards him.

	"You want some, you Shinra bastard?  Here, suck on this!" shouted Cid, banking
Little Bronco towards the advancing Highwind.

	"Sir!  Enemy craft on intercept course!" exclaimed the young male pilot.

	"Fire missile batteries!" spat Col. Kurita.

	"He's too close for a missile shot," replied the tactical officer scornfully.

	"Evade!  Get us out of here!" panicked Kurita, his eyes flying from station to
station.

	Little Bronco smashed into Firestorm's bridge.  The airship shuddered in its
death throes, slowly nosing down towards the ground.  Secondary explosions lit
up the hull until it crumpled on impact, exploding into a sphere of white hot
fire.


	"Engines hit, Captain!" informed a bridge officer as Captain Jones sat calmly
in his command chair.

	"Maintain fire with anti-personnel batteries," ordered Jones with cool
dignity.

	"Breach to port hull," reported the officer as the bridge vibrated from the
hit.  Vincent flashed past the main viewport in a blur, a harsh blue Bolt
leaping from his right claw to rip into the upper skin of the airship.  Vincent
shot up into the black sky, looping backwards away from the dying airship.  He
halted in mid-air, wings flapping, as he brandished a silver bracelet and
invoked the materia embedded within it.  Captain Jones watched in resignation
as lightning and fire played about Vincent's monstrous body.

	"You have your target, tactical," suggested Jones.

	"Sorry, sir!  Weapons control is down temporarily!"

	
	Captain Jones smiled, saluting Vincent just before he unleashed a succession
of powerful Fire, Bolt, and Ice spells that completely destroyed the Highwind.


Epilogue:

	Vincent knelt before the tombstone that rested at the edge of the beach line
slope.  He placed his hand against its face, hot tears coursing down his
cheeks.  Vincent sobbed painfully, his long black hair waving in the cold ocean
breeze.  Behind Vincent, Rocket Town lay in ruins, some destroyed buildings
still smoking from the attack.  He had found Jenny's body in the basement,
broken like a doll, her green eyes staring and lifeless.  He had carried her
body here, to her favorite place, and held her until some villagers came to lay
her to rest.  He had shown no emotion the entire time until now, when he was
about to leave her forever.

	"I'm sorry.  I failed you, I failed our child.  I wanted to tell you that I
loved you, but now I never can.  I'll make them pay, I'm going to make all
those Shinra bastards pay.  If I can't give you love, then I will give you
vengence!" swore Vincent, his face contorted with hate.  Wiping his sore eyes,
Vincent stood up, wrapping a red scarf around his pale face.  Looking at
Jenny's tombstone one last time, Vincent turned away, walking south.

The End. 

Coming in ' 99: The Jenova Strain


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