The 89th floor

The remains of a helicopter are clearly seen sticking out of the windows of this floor. The floor it self is completely black from the flames that had radiated off the burning vehicle that took the lives of Tenik Industrial Reconnaissance Service agents: Jessie Crest, Vincent Reeves, and Chris Blackhart. They were providing air support during the Sephiroth Wars-and the helicopter was savagely thrown into the 89th floor of the Tenik Head Quarters by Sephiroth's mighty blade. The bodies of Jessie Crest and Vincent Reeves were never found, believed to have been vaporized by the explosion. However, strangely enough-the pilot, Chris Blackhart's body was...partially recovered. His head had been severed from his body after the helicopter exploded-strange since he would have been the first to die since he was in the point of contact with the explosion...But-that is another conspiracy to leave for another day.

No one has since been able to make it to the 89th floor or the 11 floors left unchecked above them. The elevators only reach level 86 now, and the stairs leading into 89 are beyond damage. With the supports on the 89th floor speculated to be strained since the building from the 89th floor up seem to teeter forward slightly-air insertion is not a possibility. Whatever are on those 11 inaccessible floors still remain.

"Silence...Darkness...Void...Oblivion....Death." came a hushed whisper from within the dark remains of the 89th floor. A pair of orange cat like eyes appear within the darkness. On the floor is a black cap of a long fallen DarkSEED General...a gloved pale hand with a silver claw upon the index finger grabs the rim of the cap, before it disappears into the void. The pair of orbs blink, their slits looking down at the silhouette of the cap; shuffling sounds could be heard and dust flew from the cap, before it was raised above the orbs-the darkened figures' right eye disappearing behind the cap which was placed upon their head. The room was blackened and ashy...a testament to an event that had occurred several years ago...almost an entire lifetime ago. The crushed remains of the helicopter are feet away; it's ash filled cockpit and blackened and rusty frame filling up most of the black rubble dispersed room. The sound of heels against once gleaming shining azul and blank pearly tiles crushed and burnt into a conglomerate grey could be heard echoing; as well as the sound of dripping water from the ceiling into the devoid of life room. The figure stepped up, a boot appearing before another. The woman's heeled leather boot continues to walk away from the copter's tomb; towards the remains of an Elevator shaft when the boots stop before a piece of debris on the floor..no ordinary debris though...