Now at the age of 40, he was working on what he believed to be his greatest accomplishment. He sat in his lab on the 14th floor with only a few makou gas lights burning in the room. Slowly he wrapped copper wire around a cylinder, in front of him nailed to the table a series of small machinery parts, and more copper wire. The door of the lab opened and closed, heavy footsteps echoed as someone walked across the floor towards Sid. He knew who it was, he continued wrapping the wire around the cylinder.

"Are you still working on that?" The footsteps said. "It'll never work."

"You've said that plenty of times, Hathorne. Its a proven fact that lightning can move through metals and alloys. I think this chaotic energy can be harnessed outside wizardry use." He placed the copper wire covered cylinder into a drum. "By rubbing this copper wire over these carbon brushes..." Sid pulled out the lining of the drum, revealing the carbon brushes. "Then an electrical charge is produced." He reassembled the drum.

"And I say you're full of it, Sid." Hathorne took a seat next to Sid's workbench. "And if you're sucessful, what do you plan on doing with this...electricity." He leaned in closer.

Sid reached over and hooked a small chain to a small gear on one end of the wire wrapped cylinder, the other end attached to a hand crank. "Now...now watch." Sid pointed to the end of two copper wires that now were connected to either end of the cylinder. He put his hand on the crank, and began to turn it.

"See...squat." Hathorne said, looking at the copper wires.

"Now wait...its got to generate." Sid began to crank harder.

Hathorne watched as Sid cranked on his invention for over a minute, and still nothing appeared between the two copper wires.

"Give it up." Hathorne chuckled, then the wires snapped. He shut his mouth and watched as an electrical charge began to dance between the wires, snapping as it came to life and slowly turning into an blue arch.

"You see." Sid stopped, and the arch of electricity disappeared. "It will replace our gas technology with something safer and more stable." He shook his hand, obviously tired from cranking.

Hathorne patted him on the back and stood up. "Still, what are you going to do with it?" He asked, ignoring Sid's comments about it being safer than makou gas.

"Spend the rest of my life inventing things that can run off this energy." Sid said while staring at his invention. "Anyways..." He said pushing his glasses back up. "What can I do you for?" He asked.

Hathorne began to pace across the lab floor. "I'm concerned about the Vectorians, they've spent the last couple of years investing money and building factories. They're up to something." He lit up a cigarette.

"Of course they're up to something." Sid began to fiddle with his invention.

"No one else seems to think that." Hathorne was still pacing. "This Tripower Congress doesn't listen, Nisstyee remains silent..."

"You know Nisstyre's rules, as a deity he'll only act on things he feels he needs to, otherwise the mortals have to rule themselves." Sid replied. "The congress is made up of clan and faction leaders, each with their own agenda. They don't care what Vector is up to, until its too late."

"Well you think Entreri Bloodstoner of all people would say something." said Hathorne.

"No offense to Nisstyre's kids, but he's not the kind of person to be running as 2nd in charge of the Tripower." replied Sid.

Hathorne stopped for a moment. "You are right, Julius would have been suited better, he's more like his father." He began to move again.

The clock in the lab ran out 2am. "I'm not sure what to tell you Hathorne, either they will come around, the real question is, will that happen before or after attacks us again."

"So you do think they're going to attempt to destroy us again." Hathorne sat back down.

Sid sat back. "Come on Hath, its late, even my brain needs rest. Of course I think they're going to attack us again, before us they were the greatest empire on the fact of the planet. We came along, and took EVERYTHING from them."

Hathorne leaned forward. "What I don't get is why did Kefka continue this act of revenge, when he isn't even a true blooded member of the Vectorian Family. He killed Ganon, the last bloodline Vectorian for his position."

"Maybe cause he's fucking nuts?" answered Sid.

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A line of white coated men stoof in front of the doors to the Throne Room of Vector. Each one of them held a device in their hand, most seem nervous.

"NEXT!" yelled the voice of Arvis Jun, Secretary to the Emperor. The line of white coats shuffled as the one closet to the door entered the throne room.

"And what do you have for me, another piece of garbage to fill my garden with?" Kefka Palazzo Vector said, slumped over in his throne.

The white coat studdered for a moment. "We-we-well Lord Kefka, I think you'll really like this weapon." The coat began to fiddle with his device. He held what looked like a mace, with five chains hanging off it. At the end of each chain was a spiked ball. "I call it the roto-macer." The coat said, reaching his hand around to his back. Strapped onto his white coat was a large iron container, smoke was slowly pouring out a chimney overtop his head. A tube connected from this backpack to the mace. He twisted a knob, and slowly the chains began to spin around, until they whirled.

"Looks umm....dangerous." Kefka exclaimed.

"It allows you to attack your enemy with ease, by just walking with it running." The white coat took a step forward with the machine running. With a thud, a spiked ball from the weapon landed in the White Coat's skull. His eyes rolled back as a trickle of blood rolled down his face, and he collapsed.

"Ummm, guard, clean up?" Kefka looked towards one of the guards in the Throne Room, who promptly stepped forward and dragged the White Coat's body out of the throne room.

"NEXT!" Arvis yelled out.

"No no no, for fuck sakes I've had enough of this, these guys have not shown me a weapon worth persueing." Kefka began to rub the temple of his head. "They're making my fucking brain scream."

"But sir, this must be done." Arvis said while another White Coat walked into the room.

"You better have something good for me." Kefka said to the White Coat.

"Yes lord, I have this trap in which you place this metal jaw like contraption..." The White Coat set down a metal spring trap, opening it. "These things can be hidden on the ground, and when someone or something steps into it." The White Coat stood up reaching for something in his coat. He scanned around the room for a second, looking for something he had, obviously to spring the trap. He spotted it on the floor and took a step forward.

The White Coat let out a blood curdling scream as his foot was severed from his body. He fell over screaming and clutching the stump of his left leg.

"Arvis, what are you trying to do to me?" Kefka lowered his head into his hands. "I mean where are you getting these people from?"

Arvis motioned for another guard to carry the White Coat out of the room. "NEXT!" He yelled out, his voice now sounding horse. Another White Coat walked into the room.

Kefka snapped to attention and stared at the coat and said nothing. The White Coat tried to avoid eye contact with the emperor. Kefka sat like this for over two minutes, before reaching into his cap. The White Coat was now sweating. Kefka whipped his hand from his cap revealing a crudely made sock puppet.

"So Mister Sock, do you think this guy has anything good for me?" Kefka looked at the sock puppet and asked.

"Why no, this guy has another piece of shit that's going to cut off something from his body like the rest of the retards. I'd put my money that this time it'll be his balls." The sock puppet replied.

"No no Mister Sock, its going to be the Vector Grinder." Kefka replied to the sock.

The White Coat remained silent.

"Its going to be his balls!" The sock replied in angry.

"Grinder.." Kefka snarled back.

"Balls."

"Grinder."

"Balls!"

"Grinder!"

"BALLS!"

"GRINDER!"

The White Coat felt like crying.

Kefka moved his hand to the side of his throne and pushed a button. A large metal spear shot up from the floor underneath the White Coat and speared him in the balls. He cried out in pain as the floor of the throne room opened up. Below revealed a mesh of grinding gears and sharp blades, thrashing in unison for the White Coat's Flesh. He fell in.

"Ball Grinder!" The Sock Puppet exclaimed.

Arvis let out a groan. "Fine sir, I think you've made your point, we'll stop for the day."

Kefka placed his sock covered hand into his cap and pulled it back out without the sock puppet on it. "Good, now lets figure out how to mind fuck the Tripower."

"We could....steal the Statue of Nisstyre from Westbridge's Market Square." Arvis said in a dull voice, mocking Kefka's past attempts at making the Tripower, mad.

Kefka shook his head. "That was child's play, a random joke. I want to pick at their flesh, get under their skin and fester." He said with a chuckle.

"Well sir, isn't that what our umm, Labor Union is suppose to be doing for them. Their newspapers have been writing about us." Arvis replied, pulling out a small book from his back pocket.

Arvis raised his eyebrow. "Reporting what, what we wanted them to report, or the truth." He asked.

"Obviously what we wanted them to write about. That our Labor Union receives better pay and benefits than the Tripower." Arvis was looking in his pocket book now, reading notes and figures.

Kekfa let out a sigh. "At least something is going according to plan."

Arvis let out a cough. "I still object to using this kind of....power." He said refering to the laborers of the union.

Kefka sat back down in his throne. "Its putting a natural resource to good use. If those orphans were not working our factories, then they would be nothing more than a cost. Its not my fault their parents abondoned them." He waved his hand in an uncaring manor.

Arvis rolled his eyes. "Sir, their parents died in the wars."

Kefka blinked at Arvis and put his hand back into his cap, whipping the sock puppet back out. "Who cares." It said.