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In every organization, corporation, or association, there is bound to be something of a wild card. You know the type--the one who stands at the head of the angry mob and taunts the opposition with a carrot on a stick and dares them to advance...the one who breaks every rule and finds every loophole and still manages to stay in the chief's good graces because despite all the unorthodox methods, the job still gets done, and gets done damn well. These are the individualists...the unconventionals; mavericks who aren't afraid to test the boundaries of their own humanity and the limits of their passion.

On one side of the fence, we have ShinRa--the global conglomerate with its fingers in everyone's cake and a monopoly on everything and the kitchen sink. Having harnessed the unfathomable power of the Lifestream that runs beneath the planet's surface, ShinRa was well on its way to ruling the world with an electric bill. On the other side? AVALANCHE. Armed with a ragtag legion of planet-loving environmentalists (and the occasional megalomaniacal mad-scientist bent on destroying the world) drunk with the knowledge that if ShinRa is not stopped, the life force of the planet will be sucked dry, AVALANCHE wages an all-out war on the company that rages on for nearly a decade.

And who stands at the head of the formation to stand against AVALANCHE but the second-in-command of the Department of Administrative Defense, a.k.a. the Turks--the haphazard nonconformist with hair to match his temper and an attitude to match his style. Wielding an electro-mag rod and a slew of sarcastic remarks, Reno leads the Turks in the fight against AVALANCHE to save his company--and, consequently, his Turks--from annihilation at the hands of not only AVALANCHE, but Sephiroth, the monster ShinRa itself released into the world. The opposition? Cloud Strife, and his motley crew. His first mate? His childhood friend, Tifa Lockhart, whose passion to destroy ShinRa burns as brightly as the fires that destroyed their hometown. Sparing no delicacies to show ShinRa just how much she thinks of them, Tifa casts aside any pre-established labels of demure femininity and instead throws fists, ready to stick by Cloud until the bitter end.

But when the dust clears and the monsters are gone and ShinRa is in shambles and AVALANCHE is all but disbanded...what's left for a first-mate and a second-in-command to do? Once the fighting is over and nobody really knows who emerged victorious in the first place...when chocobo-headed heroes fall to simple delivery boys and corporate gods are reduced to sickly shadows of their former glory...what are these deputies to do with their time, their knowledge, and their idle minds...? How far can a pair of wild cards get in a broken world of folded hands?