Final Fantasy Hacktics

-Fort Zeakden-

Gragoroth: Begone, should you wish this girl to live! This fortress is loaded with gunpowder! Make but a single false move,

and you'll be supping upon flame!

Zalbag: The Northern Sky does not bend to the whim of brigands.

*Ramza and Delita arrive*

Ramza: Lord brother! Algus!

*Delita sees Tietra*

Delita: Tietra!

Tietra: Delita!

Gragoroth: Turn back! Now!

Zalbag: Fire.

Algus: Gladly, sir!

*Tietra gets shot*

Algus: Oh well look at that. I missed.

Gragoroth: By the gods...

*Algus shoots again at Gragoroth*

Tietra: Brother...

Delita: No...! Tietra!

*A Northern Sky Knight appears near Zalbag*

Northern Sky Commander: Sir, more brigadesmen numbering about fifty have been spotted on the border pass. The scouts tell

me that one of them appear to be Wiegraf!

Zalbag: Very well. Take me there. Algus, you've permission to take care of the rest here.

Algus: Yes, sir!

Gragoroth: Damn... dammit all...

*Gragoroth locks himself in*

Delita: Tietra...

Algus: Long time no see, commoner. Aww, you look as though someone just strangled your chocobo! Is something wrong?

Delita: Algus, you bastard!

Algus: You wish for a fight? How cute. I guess I have a few moments to spare.

Ramza: Zalbag... how could you order your own sister's death...?

Algus: I'll show you here and now that animals need to be kept in their pen!

*Algus whistles, and his troops appear*

Ramza: Why are you doing this Algus!?

Algus: Sorry Ramza, these are Zalbag's orders. "Those who would see the Northern Sky harmed are to be routed." Regardless,

would you sully your name just to save a commoner?

Ramza: Tietra was Delita's sister!

Algus: Ramza, allow me to teach you about "differences". You and the thing next to you are "different". You are a highborn,

fated to rule him, who is a tool to be used by you. Think, Ramza. If that Tietra thing had been selling flowers, or her

body, or the like she'd not have been here, and her life would have been spared. But no, she sought to overstep the

boundaries upon which she was born into it! Respected as your father was, he was a fool for welcoming them into the life of

the highborn. You continue to rebel? A traitor to the Northern Sky, you are!

Ramza: I'll not have you insult Father! What you've done here is inexcuseable!

Algus: Spare me your bleeting, you are no goat! Oh what a shame that one such as you should bear Beoulve blood!

Ramza: Family is not of our choosing!

Algus: You pamper yourself silly with your excuses, boy! You have no choice but to use tools such as him! It's your

birthright, to use these tools to do things they could otherwise not do!

Ramza: I am not some tool to be used!

Algus: Used? What rubbish! You are what you are because of your name! House Thadalfus ourselves have merited from your

existence, using you to reclaim our honor! The relationship is symbiotic! You use us, and we profit from you! Admit it,

you've even used your "friend", Delita!

Ramza: I would never use Delita! ...Delita, are you alright?

Delita: Enough of your words, Ramza. After Algus, I set my sights upon you!

Ramza: Delita...

*Mid-Battle*

Algus: Confess, Ramza. You saved me just to use me later.

Ramza: I could never abandon someone in trouble!

Algus: There's a lesson to be learned in this! Don't save anyone who you couldn't kill later should they betray you!

Delita: I'll kill you, you murderer! You can count on that!

Algus: Awww, "wah wah"! You're so pathetic, commoner. Know your limits! Know that you have no power to change anything!

Know that you are forever destined to be a slave to our whims! Getting angry? Clench your fists and writhe your hands, as

there is naught else you can do! Ahahahaha! Oh how enjoyable this is!

Delita: Is that all, Algus? Is that all that you have to say!?

Algus: Oh, you needn't be angry. You'll join "it" soon.

Delita: You won't manipulate me. NOBODY USES ME!

*Algus dies*

Algus: You may have gotten lucky, pig... but... it won't... ugh, mother... save me...

*Algus dies for good*


-Igros/Zeakden Pass-

*Zalbag appears*

Zalbag: Trapped, Wiegraf. Should you press forward into Igros, you will meet with our city sentry. Surrender, or know

death.

Wiegraf: The white flag shall not be raised until the nobility make good on their promise to us veterans. Only then will we

lay down arms.

Zalbag: Your drivel falls on deaf ears. The Brigade is finished. You've no place to negotiate terms. The only good that

continuing fighting will do is guaranteeing your death.

Wiegraf: Better then to die fighting for a cause than to die in an alley. If I'm to fight and die fighting for what is

necessary for Ivalice's people, so be it. House Beoulve claims good for all people, yet here she stands before me. One of

its own slaying my sister, and another ignoring the pleas of the masses it was build upon. Is this what Lord Balbanes would

have willed, Beoulve? Or are you content in clinging to the royalty's boots?

Zalbag: I'll not allow you to dishonor our family!

Wiegraf: You do it dishonor simply by doing nothing. For that is the problem we face. Nothing is being done.

Zalbag: Your death is very much a "something".

Wiegraf: Men, this shall be our last fight. Whether we win or lose here is irrelevant. What matters is that in our plight,

the nobility have taken heed of our resistance. We have fought, and we have made our anger known. As we lock blades with

these knights, hold your heads up high, and never bow to them!

Corpse Assassins 1: Sir!

Corpse Vikings 1&2: Sir!

Boco: Kweh! Kweh!

Zalbag: Come, men. See that their blood flows down the pass this eve!

*battle begins*

Wiegraf: What about you, Beoulve? Would that you ruled Ivalice, what would you do?

Zalbag: ...

Wiegraf: Answer, Beoulve. Would that you were free from the marionette's strings, and you were the one ruling, what would

you do for the People?

Zalbag: "Ifs" mean nothing.

Wiegraf: Precisely. The only thing that matters now is action. You see for yourself in the streets of Igros lowtown how the

people suffer. Do you see now why I fight? I am no simple brigand, looking for loot. I fight for a cause, just as you fight

for yours.

Zalbag: Your cause is one of violence! Criminals such as you are best slain on sight!

Wiegraf: Discontent is a hydra. Should you slay one head, two more take its place. Slay me today, Beoulve, but there will

be others who take my place. Others who share my dream of freedom from your monarchy's tyranny.

Zalbag: Then they, too, shall be cut down.

Wiegraf: I pity you. A tool used by the Duke to further his own goals.

Zalbag: I need none of your pity!

*Wiegraf is sent into HP Critical*

Wiegraf: I'm sorry, men, but I must flee. Forgive me, and know peace in the afterlife.

*Wiegraf flees on Boco*

Zalbag: You coward...

*An explosion is heard*

Zalbag: What the-? An explosion? It seems to have come from the north! Algus...?


-Fort Zeakden-

Ramza: Delita...

*The fort explodes*

Ramza: An explosion!? Delita, we must away!

*Delita doesn't move; explosions continue*

Ramza: Delita!

*The fort is destroyed*

"I had taken my entire life for granted. When the pillars of my life came crashing down, I dropped it all... and ran."


-Confrontation at Igros-

Ramza: Brother, how could you order Algus to shoot!? Tietra was in the way!

Zalbag: The good of the many weighs heavier than the good of one.

Ramza: But... the Beoulve way...!

Zalbag: The Beoulve way is to do right by Ivalice's People. Gragoroth's survival would have doomed Ivalice to further

rebellion and death. Tietra was a martyr.

Ramza: That's your justification!? The ends justify the means!?

Zalbag: Ramza, you are no more than a green cadet. You know nothing of war's horrors, or how to make tactical battle

decisions in an instant. I used my judgement to do what was necessary.

Ramza: Delita and Tietra are dead because of your actions...

Zalbag: Martyrs. They shall be mourned. I'm truly sorry, Ramza. They were siblings to me...

Ramza: Words cannot undo action.

*Ramza leaves*

Zalbag: Ramza!


-Alma's Farewell-

*As Ramza is leaving the city, in his Chapter 2/3 armor*

Alma: Brother, I heard about Zeakden...

Ramza: Alma...

Alma: Brother, please stay. We can mourn them together.

Ramza: Algus said "I am what I am because of my name." If I'm to be what Zalbag and Dycedarg are, I can no longer bear to

use the Beoulve name. Alma, I am no longer Ramza Beoulve. I am Ramza Lugria.

Alma: Mother's name...

Ramza: Sister, please, be a good girl. I need to leave this life, once and for all.

Alma: Brother, you must promise to visit me someday. Tell me all about what you see, what you do... I want to hear it all!

Ramza: I will, Alma. I promise.

*Ramza and Alma hug using Chapter 3's EVTCHR*

Ramza: Never tolerate injustice, Alma. Remember when father told us that?

Alma: Yes...

Ramza: Farewell, Alma.

*Ramza leaves the city*

Alma: Ramza, what end do you hope to find in this...?


-Pub Crawling-

"It was a month later that I had found work. With the Brigade routed, many cities had no longer needed sentries. Therefore,

I was hired to do beastslaying work. That day, a knight and his apprentice entered the pub in which I was petitioning for

work."

Rad: I'll have the Bacchus Wine, barkeep.

Gafgarion: Same here. Make it quick.

Barkeep: And you, sir?

Ramza: I'll have milk.

Barkeep: Milk, eh? You're a strange one.

Rad: Did you just order milk? What kind of warrior are you!?

Ramza: The kind that doesn't drink.

(Ramza turns and sees Gafgarion)

Ramza: I know of you. You're Goffard Gafgarion, are you not?

Gafgarion: "Are you not?" What're you doing talking like that? Are you a noble?

Ramza: I am Ramza Lugria. A mercenary.

Rad: Same here! Name's Rad!

Gafgarion: The boy's right. We're mercenaries, too. Looking for work?

Ramza: Yes. Work has been slow of late.

Gafgarion: Why not come with us? You look like you got some fight in you.

Rad: Master...?

Ramza: I wouldn't wish to impose...

Gafgarion: Nonsense, kid. Besides, I tire of listening to Rad's stories all the time. It'd be nice to have another warrior

alongside!

Rad: Oh come on, my stories are great!

Gafgarion: Not when you hear them a hundred times.

Ramza: Very well, I suppose I can join you.

Rad: Barkeep, round of Bacchus, on this guy's tab!

Gafgarion: Welcome to our clan then, Ramza. We call ourselves Clan Sanguine. I hope you don't mind spilling some blood

every now and again.

Ramza: I'll do as I must to survive.

"The life I've lived, and the life I had come to know were very different. From once living in a castle on high, to

crawling about the woods hunting for prey, I grew to see what Wiegraf had meant. The life of the meager was rough. It was

all the more reason I could not bear to return to my brothers. From that day forth, I was a mercenary."

-Chapter 1 end-