Below the Empyrean, above the material...

A/N: This chapter's theme song was suggested by crankyoldman and I went for it.

Rah rah, like a dungeon dragon--
I’m startin’ to feel like a dungeon dragon.

The swirling shadows exploded into the sight of the largest Leviathan Tifa had ever seen--no summon should be that big. It was shrieking and twisting, thrashing about. “It’s going to hit us...”

Elfe leapt out of the truck, sword in hand, not really sure if she was capable of killing what had to be the freaking elder god of Wutai, but it couldn’t hurt to die trying, right?

She was spared from an untimely demise, however, as the creature whipped around for her to hear a youthful war cry followed by a “DOWN, BOY!”

( Look at my show footage )

A/N: Dedicated to the lady engineers and scientists in my life, particularly the ones that had to put parts of their life on hold just to get by. Particularly to crankyoldman  who is my Shera when it's Girl's Night.

And it’s still fuck the media:
They ridiculed you, never believed in you.
They just deaded you, left you in all black.

Shera set down the phone receiver with a careful, silent movement. Her mind was whirling. This plan... bringing a dead woman back to life, essentially. And what a woman. Scarlet had told Shera stories when she first started at Shinra, whispers about Dr. Crescent, the trailblazing heroine. While some went on about her torrid love life, or gossiped about what really ended her, amid the muck and name-calling was the fact that would stand: she was a damn fine scientist, with a will like steel and an ambition as bright as stars.

Or... had been. Once.

( You got your fans waiting.... )