[Note: This story takes place after Aerith dies on disc 1. It begins when Tifa revives and Barret is talking to her about Meteor.]
Chapter 1: Low Blows
Cid was pacing the Highwind's floor.
"You know, you're going to wear a rut in the floor if you keep that up." Nanaki said.
Cid said, "I know those @#$% in Shinra are up to something. I don't trust them."
Vincent shrugged, "That's old news. We've all dealt with them enough to know that they're untrustworthy."
Cait Sith said, "I have a feeling that Barret and Tifa will be made to take the fall for Meteor. And I know what that means. A public execution."
Cid glared at him. "You shut up!" he thundered. "Don't think I haven't forgotten your role in this!"
Yuffie objected "Cid!"
Cid continued, interrupting her, "First you had to @#$%% go and steal the Keystone, which was bad enough, but then you had to go and kidnap Marlene! Do you realize that if it weren't for you, Aerith might still be alive?"
Yuffie slapped him. "That's enough!" she chastised. "Pointing figures and making scapegoats isn't going to get us anywhere!"
Vincent nodded. "For once, Yuffie has the right idea."
Yuffie thanked Vincent. "It's time to make a plan. We need to rescue Barret and Tifa and find Cloud!"
Cait Sith raised a hand. "I'll go. It won't make much better, but it'll be a start." And with that, he went to his quarters. (Note: I always assumed there was more to the Highwind than we saw, and that everyone had quarters on the ship.)
Yuffie walked off to her room.
Vincent said to Cid, "That was a real low blow on your part. I expected better from you. I know you're irritable, but he doesn't deserve that. He's been beating himself up over Aerith's death ever since it happened."
Cid sighed. "I know, I'll make it up to him."
Yuffie peeked into Cait Sith's room and saw him putting on a pair of Groucho Marx glasses (those glasses with the fake moustache).
That has to be the lamest costume I've ever seen. she thought and shook her head.