Library's Medical Bay
Ramza LosstarotRed. Not that of blood but something brighter. It was the first color he saw after what seemed to be an endless veil of darkness. Naturally, he winced, almost as if the light had hurt him. His ears then started ringing with the echoes of a guttural clamor. The voice soon grew louder in his head, telling him to wake up. It wasn't a pleasant tone for him to listen to, yet, it wasn't at all unfamiliar. He stirred, slowly raising a hand to shield the light from his eyes. He blinked. His muscles ached with every movement he made, sore; somewhat still asleep and stiff from the lack of activity. His lips dry and there's a weird taste in his mouth. He swallowed, suddenly thirsty.
Ramza Losstarot soon sat over the edge of the bed with a hand pressing at his forehead. The whole place seemed to be spinning around him.
Where is this place? Thought the Holder as he lifted his head up and looked at the surroundings.
How in Hub's pits, did I end up here? He silently asked himself upon realization.
Heat. The sun. The sand. If it wasn't for the brief flashbacks, he would've been convinced that he was there after the pursuit with the rebels in the sewer; where he'd been wounded. Where half of his face have melted. So something must have taken him by surprise in his next mission. Enough to knock him unconscious.
So what happened to the rest of the team? Did they make it? Was the mission a success? Disappointing! The voice he'd earlier heard in his thoughts, thundered.
Those questions galled me! They should just let those things drag you under! Or left you to burn and rot in the desert! Never to be awaken again!Let's not do this now, Bahamut! My head hurts and your lectures are not helping!It was your work, Ramza Losstarot! Your work to see the mission through to the end! To see that it was successful and that everyone was safe! Instead, you became a burden!I don't have time for this, Dragon King! I have to quickly get back in the game! So quit your whining and say something helpful! Otherwise, be quiet!Ramza stood up and walked out of the bay quietly after a moment of silence. He paused when he entered the hallway. Changes have been made, he noticed. The structures, its facilities and even he himself felt strangely different. He could feel them running through his veins. New found strength?
No...
It's power!
Moments later, Ramza was found seated behind his own desk, staring at the file with the latest update the Intelligence department have provided. So much had happened while he's gone. The corruptions, the betrayal and reorganizations, enemies, monsters, power and medicine; Ramza'd looked through them all.
Tough time for the Library.., thought the Rook. He could immediately tell then, that missions won't get any easier from now on. Not that they'd been anywhere near easy before to begin with though. Just tougher, especially when they'd lost the support of those around them.
"Sandwalker by Night", the currently available missions he saw on the notice board. It'll suffice. He'll take it. Hopefully, he won't be too rusty for the quest.