Auron stood in front of the fayth, lost in thought. Could Cid’s information be this out of date? It looked to Auron like New Yevon moved out of Remiem Temple close to six weeks ago now. There was static on his headset, and then Cid’s voice broke through.
“How goes the search Auron?” Cid asked.
“I guess your information was a little out of date, captain. Looks to me like New Yevon moved out of Remiem Temple close to six weeks ago now,” Auron explained, turning to leave.
“But that’s three reallocations in as many months, Auron, and six different addresses in the two years since you escaped from their Cavern facility. Why would the world’s most feared religion in the world put themselves through this kind of inconvenience?” Cid asked.
“Who knows? Mabe they were worried about nighttime raids by Seymour’s guado brotherhood. Maybe they were scared I was comin’ back,” Auron suggested, making his way back into the main Calm Lands area.
“Is it possible that the Grand Maester just kept his word and closed down all state-funded schemes where guado were being routinely abused?” Cid asked, through the headset.
“Not a chance, Cid. There’s just too many financial interests at stake for one man to pull the plug on CC Corporations’ premier counter-terrorism division,” Auron said walking through the small ravine leading to the Calm Lands. “Your commander-in-chief might have gone all pro-guado when it comes to guado relations, but there’s still a hundred temples out there Kinoc Wraith could be operating from.”
“It’s the most awful thing I can think of: terrified young guado kidnapped and brutalized until they regard themselves as little more than living weapons,” Cid said. “In many ways, the Crusaders are the complete antithesis of everything I stand for. I can’t imagine what kind of memories the Remiem base must stimulate in you, Auron.”
“Bad ones, Cid,” Auron replied, making his way over to the newly built bridge.
Auron could still remember the experiments the Crusaders preformed on him, simply because he was an unsent.
“The only kind of memories I get left,” Auron said, his eyes watering.
“Yuna, do you ever think it’s a little risky to have your uncles airship hovering in the middle of the Calm Lands? Yevonites would tear us apart if they found out we were sitting in the middle of their once, much traveled plains,” Wakka explained, lying face-up on a gurney.
“My uncle has a very strange sense of humor, Wakka. Besides, I suppose it’s just an illustration of the confidence he has in his own airship,” Yuna said lowering a metal plate attached to the ceiling over the gurney completely covering Wakka’s body. “We might see a leafy, old finishing school for runaway summoners, but it’s only because he allows us to. Due to the cloaking device that the airship has, everyone else just sees the sky, and the rest of the Calm Lands.”
Wakka was stripped bear, except for his headbands and a pair of whitie-tities. Yuna was wearing a typical nurse’s outfit. Cyan hair net, cyan mouth cover, cyan everything. Underneath were her regular clothes.
Yuna walked over to a control, suspended in the air by two pillars at waist height. Her fingers danced across a keyboard.
“Any joint pain or eye trouble since you completed that course of anitiotics I prescribed, Mr. McCoy?” Yuna asked, checking a monitor above the keyboard.
“None whatsoever, Yuna,” Wakka answered diligently. “Does this mean that my internals are happy enough with those Achelous and Adamantoise organs you introduced them to recently?”
“Well, the urinalysis was clear and your lymphocytes appear to be stabilizing, so every indication is that they’re getting on famously,” Yuna answered. “All things considered, I’d say my first foray into the world of transplant surgery was virtually textbook-perfect.”
“Aside from the steroids making my stronger, of course. Remind me to tell you some of the cruder names Gippal has been calling me in the showers lately, Yuna. By the way, has Gippal checked in with anyone since he went home to visit his parents?” Wakka asked.
“No, but I just got another text-message form Tidus saying how nervous they all are about being interviewed on that major asian television network tonight. Apparently, you new girlfriend, Lulu, bought a fifteen thousand gil Stella McCartney on my uncles platinum am-ex and then just decided to wear her Black Mage uniform anyway,” Yuna answered.
“Seriously?” Wakka asked, his eyes nearly popping out of his socket.
“Oh, yes,” Yuna answered, lifting up the metal plate that concealed Wakka from view. “I’m all for my uncles’ plan to get the media on our side, but I wish they’d give us air time in the northern hemisphere sometime. Tidus being gone means I’ve nobody to play Spherebreak with when I wake up at three AM with one of my migranes.”
“At least Auron’s supposed to be coming back tonight,” Wakka said, hopping off the gurney.
“Great. So we all get to spend a few days with a sociopath who likes to leave the toilet seat up and makes the entire school smell like an ashtray,” Yuna snapped, turning towards a nearby locker room. “I’m sorry, but the fact that he infiltrated this group on a mission to kill Cid Grey isn’t something I’m willing to forget, Wakka.”
“Once my uncle helps him sort out this Crusader business, I never want to see that creep’s face again,” Yuna said slipping off her hat.
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