2 years ago...
Inside a gun shop.

Iffie: Hey, Kinto, you got any new toys? Kuop!

Kinto the Shop Owner: Kupo! Good to see you again, Iffie. Ah, yes, as a matter of fact, kupo, we just go a new gun.

Iffie: Kupo! Let's see it!!! Kupo! (Excited)

Kinto: Hold your horses Kupo! You act like a 10 year old, not like the father you are! Kupo!

Iffie: Awwwww....

Kinto: Here it is, its the latest model, it can carry 2 special silver bullets during any battle, and its acurracy is quiet unrival! Kupo!

Iffie: How much will it be?

Kinto: Knowing you, 15000 Gil.

Iffie: There goes that new fishing boat...

Kinto: Here's a plan, you buy this gun, go out and earn some cash as a mercenary.

Iffie: Kupo! What of my son!!!

Kinto: I'll take care of him, after all, I am your father-in-law!

Iffie: Thanks. Kupo.

Kinto: Just remember this, no matter how much you've made, come back in three years! Kupo.

Just as disccussed, Iffie sets of on his journey the very next week.

Present Day: A evening:
Iffie thinking to himself: I'm finally back home. Its been two years, I've had fabulous success as a juggler and a sharpshooter. Its been fun.

Iffie walks towards his father-in-law's shop.

He finds the town a little quieter than he'd remembered with the bustling of the local merchants. When he arrive at the shop, he peeked inside. And sure enough his father-in-law was sitting there counting the money made that day.

Kinto: Can I help you? (Without looking up)

Iffie: Replyed, how my son Kinto. Kupo!

Kinto stops in the middle of his count and suddenly realizes Iffie had returned.

Kinto: You've returned!! Kupo! (Calls out) Fyde! Your father's home!

A young moogle dashes into th room from the back door and screems DADDY!!! KUPO!

Later that night...

Kinto: Its been two years...

Iffie: What happened here, its so quiet now...

Kinto: A couple of month after you left, a monster has been terrorizing parts of town. People are afraid.

Iffie: Oh, well, why don't people take care of it? Kupo?

Kinto: No one dares, they are leaderless around here kupo, and they need someone to guide them.

Iffie: Oh. Kupo. I see, I will gather some others and take care of it starting tomorrow.

Kinto: Please be careful, Fyde just got you back, don't make him lose both parents. Kupo.

Iffie: I will.

A younger Moogle steps out of the shadowy corner of the store, first being noticed now. He has an odd patch of red fur on the very top of his head.

"I want to help. I don't want to see another Moogle become an orphan, kupo."

Everybody turns to look at him, first wondering how he got in unnoticed, and then wondering who he is. Before anybody can ask, however, he answers as if reading their minds.

"My name is Red, kupo. I've been an orphan as long as I can remember. Living on my own was a truly difficult experience, but provided me with kupo thief skills that I use to this day. For example, being able to sneak in here and overhear your whole conversation."

Red takes a few steps closer, letting everybody get a good look at him as if to gain their trust. He turns to speak directly to Iffie.

Red: "Please, let me help you. Fyde needs you to be safe, and you need all the help you can get against this monster. I may not look like it, but I can actually use black magic as well, kupo. What do you say, Iffie? Will you let me join you?"

Iffie: Sure why not? Kupo. I can use the help Kupo.

Red joings Iffie...

(Shall we form a clan?)

(OOC: I have recently recieved a PM from decentedone regarding the lack of posts on this topic.

Thus, I hereby give control of Gammi to Satir. I shall take control of Iffie. Now, to continue on this topic at last!)

Red: A clan is a good idea, kupo! What shall we call it?

Iffie: I propose a clan dedicated to the protection of Balamb. In that sense, we can call it 'Clan Iron Shield,' kupo!

Red: Fantastikupo! It has a good ring to it. From this day foward, we are Clan Iron Shield, kupo! We shall defend our home from this monster!

*Clan Iron Shield will now be created in the clan/character creation forum!*

Zac was furious. Locke had escaped, and, worse, smashed the Avenger to bits. However, together Zac, Bardok and Tori managed to fix the engine with some spare parts that were in the hold, and after a short re-naming of the ship to Interceptor, they had got under way for Esthar, where Zac hoped to meet Red, the leader of Clan Iron Shield.

Meanwhile, Locke was also in Esther, but for different reasons. The first was to book airship tickets to Figaro, he was so mad, he didn't care about his exile. The second was to attempt to get his revenge. Finally, Zac walked into the bar, his to lackeys following behind him. After a while, when he was sure no one was watching, Locke stood up and went to the door, and fired a Beso-Toxico at Tori’s chest, before slipping into the beloved darkness of the night. There was a time when he would’ve fought honorably, but that time ended with the death of Persiphone.

The arrow struck Tori in the shoulder beside her neck, and the force of the blow nocked her out.

Red looked at the piece of paper in his hand again.
Red: Let's see...A paladin, a defender, and a kupo mog knight...Yeah, this must be them.
Iffie: Okay, let's go. No reason to wait, kupo!
Red and Iffie approach the trio that had walked into the bar only moments ago.
Red: Hey, you must be Zac, kupo. I'm Red. Glad you could make an acception to let a thief's clan ally with your clan. That was very kupo of you!
Iffie: Say Red, if we're going to help this guy, who's going to take care of Balamb?
Red: Don't worry. I sent a letter to my friend in Baron, kupo. I think we don't have much to worry about...

*Meanwhile, in Baron...*

A viera noticed a small white bird fluttering towards her. She recognized it as the messanger pigeon of Red, her pen pal. She whistled to it, and held out her arm. The bird landed on her finger, and allowed her to remove the small paper from its delicate leg.

Sadako pocketed the message and sent the pigeon back to its master. She gathered up her belongings, and began to march toward Esthar without any hesitation.

*Back in Esthar...*

Red: Oh my, your friend is hurt, kupo! Iffie, go get some medicine for...Um...
Zac: Her name is Tori.
Red: Tori. I think an antidote and a potion will do.
Iffie felt insulted for a split second by being told what to do by such a young moogle, but decided not to argue it. Somebody was hurt, and this was no time for petty squabbles.
Iffie: Okay, I'll be right back, kupo!
Iffie dashed off to Kinto's shop to get the supplies.

Zac: I am pleased to meet you Mr. Red, but it appears that the man we are searching for is getting farther away. Shall we follow?

---Meanwhile, in the road---

Locke was hiding directly above on the pub roof. Having heared that Clan Law had enlisted outside aid, It was getting much more risky to fight them. He jumped off of the roof onto the smooth road, but unfortunatly, his leg was not completely healed and the impact sent a massive jolt of pain through him, and he screamed. LOUD. Knowing his cover blown. He drew Kujichimonji (ooc is that spelled right?) and Heaven's Cloud.
~memory~ Persiphone: I belive in you....

-----Back in the bar-----
Tori: Outside.
Zac: Finally.
Bardok: ...

Clan law rushes outside, drawing weapons

---Above Esthar, in the Dreadnought---
Satir: I've heard the rumors, and they're true. Karel bring us up over that road and ill drop down!

Locke: Care to Engage? Or would you rather just chase me all over town? You had me tied up and disarmed me, and you still couldn't hold me down. Oh look, you brought friends. As if the three of you shouldn't have been enough before.

*Lockes strikes a pose*

Locke: Hit me. If you can....

Satir drops in behind Locke.

Locke spins around

Locke: What do you want?

Clan Law stand like statues, stuned by satir's marvelous entry

Satir: I'm here to help.

Locke smiled.

Clan Law once again hefted their weapons, and a Judge apeared...

Laws: No Sharpshoot, No poison


Locke runs up and slashes Zac across the chest. Zac counters.

Satir sheathed his swords and cast Firaga dealing damage to Tori and Bardok

Locke: Nice. How do you now about me?

Tori takes a swipe at Locke with Mog Rush. Locke counters with Kujichimonji. tori is KO'd

Zac uses a potion on himself

Bardok takes a swing at Satir....

Satir parries Bardok's attack with one Tulwar and hits Bardok in the stomach with the flat side of his other Tulwar

Satir: Some idiot was ranting about a thief in town square

Locke supliments satirs counter with Ultima Masher, sending BArdok crashing to the dust.

Zac takes a swipe at Locke, which is countered.

Zac is Ko'd... the engagement is over.

Locke: So. Who are you? Why did you help me?

*Locke sheaths his katanas*

Satir: They shouldn't be attacking the injured.

Locke: I can handle myself....
* tear (unrelated to the battle but still relivent)*
Locke: They killed her

Satir: I also heard from that idiot about your troubles, allow me to introduce myself. I am Satir, The Leader of Clan Dread

Locke: Hello, Satir. You are a very brave man, indeed, if your adventures are any thing to go by. What do you suppose I should do now?

Satir: Well you could start by Joining us in Clan Dread.

Locke: Sure.

*Locke has joined Clan Dread*
*Clan LAw is no more!*

Locke: Where are you guy's going?

Satir: Our mission simply is to stop Shadow Clan from carrying out their devious plans

Locke: Sounds fun

Satir: Now then above us is our HQ, the Dreadnought. The largest Man-Made airship.

Locke: Well, then. How will we get up there?

Satir: I usually jump, but it has it's own Airship dock. *whistles*

A Hatch in the Dreadnought opens up and a smaller airship comes down.

Crewman: Greetings Leader.

Locke: Impressive.
(btw if you go somewhere Locke will follow)

(ooc: Ok. I still have no idea when Purple is going to make the next thing though)

(ooc ok)
Locke: I would've thought this would be a millitary airship. How did you get it?

Satir: No idea... *hops aboard the smaller airship*

*hops aboard*

Locke:Well, then.

The Airship flies into the Airship Dock aboard the Dreadnought and Satir steps off to be greeted by...

Goblin: WASSSUP! I mean grrr...

Locke: What?! *does that wiered, disgusted face animething, no idea what the term for it is* Oh yeah... blue mage... forgot.

Satir casts Thunder and the Goblin is zapped to a crisp.

Satir: Korin! Where are you?

*sips a potion*

Korin: Oh dear god... what is it now Satir? Oh i see you have some company
Satir: Yeah, thats Locke. He will be joining Clan Dread, get a Cabin ready.
Korin: <_< yes... of course.