Disclaimer: I don't own TOS. Namco does.
Let's begin, eh? This one's short but funny. It takes place shortly before the betrayal at the Tower of Salvation.
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Yuan angrily paced back and forth across his office. The Chosen was an idiot! How was it possible that all his careful planning always fell apart due to pure chance? First Kratos foiled them at the temple. That was completely out of his control and an understandable failure. Then Sheena failed three times. The last two times, it was due to Kratos again, but the first time, the Chosen had tripped on a switch that sent her plummeting down a maintenance tunnel for the Ossa Trail.
"Argh! Why would the Ossa Trail even need a maintenance tunnel?" Yuan raged as he slammed his fist down on his desk. A vase fell off a nearby pedestal and shattered. Instantly, he called for a random renegade to clean up the mess. He came in a matter of seconds. This was so frustrating. It was always Kratos, Kratos, Kratos foiling his plans. It was no use. Kratos was always on the watch for the Renegades. With so much experience, taking out the Chosen by direct assault would be difficult. If the attack force was large, he would know long ahead of time and call for reinforcements. There was a beep, signaling that a renegade was calling him. Yuan picked it up.
"Yes?"
"Sir, we failed to kill the Chosen. She tripped and-"
Yuan slammed the communicator down and smacked his head on the wall. The renegade cleaning up the vase quickened his pace. He wanted out of there as soon as possible.
"HOW HARD CAN IT BE TO KILL A STUPID LITTLE GIRL?!" Yuan thundered. It was either Kratos or a trip, a lucky trip. In his rush to leave, the renegade accidentally bumped into Yuan. He was hoisted up by the collar, the seraph glaring a hole into him.
"I-I'm terribly sorry, Sir," The renegade stuttered.
"I'm in an extremely foul mood. Give me one reason I should let you live."
Yuan looked like he was serious. It was time to improvise. The hapless renegade put on his best serious look as well.
"Sir, I've found a way to kill the Chosen!" the renegade announced, trying to buy time while he thought of a solution. It was better than being killed on the spot. Yuan tapped his foot impatiently.
"Um… I think it would be better if I showed you."
Yuan released the renegade who scrambled for the door.
"Be back in ten minutes or I'll have your head."
The renegade scrambled out and sprinted back to his quarters, looking for a solution or a place to hide. On second thought, a place to hide would do him no good. He scoured his brain. What did that file say about the Chosen? In an instant, he dashed off to the docking bay and hopped on a rheiard. He headed over to Triet, the closest town, collected the item that his life hinged on and flew back. Then he made a stop at the armory and headed for Yuan's office. Out of breath, he finally made it back. The seraph had a ball of electricity in his palm.
"You're two minutes late. Make it snappy. This had better be good."
The renegade held up his last hope for life. Yuan's stopped frowning, and a grin spread across his face. It was sheer genius, simple, yet foolproof. It was so devious, even Kratos wouldn't see it coming. In the renegade's trembling hands was a dog with a small remote explosive tied to it.
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That's all for now. I hope you enjoyed it. I know Colette won't.