Team SAGE
If you haven't heard of the White Fang than you must be living under a rock. The so-called Faunus rights group has grown increasingly violent over the last few years; leading many people to view them as a radical extremist group. This reputation is due, in no small part, to their ambitious leader and the three lowlifes who work under him. However they aren't the most manageable of underlings so Adam Taurus placed Shenda Nix in charge of the other two. Being a former gang leader (the biggest in Vacuo mind you) she was naturally suited to reigning in the crazies and the psychos, not that she liked to. Eugene was tolerable but Ghera was just unbearable. Take for instance the events of the rally about a year ago (as of RWBY vol 3) in Mistral when Adam gave them the orders. The White Fang had gained Intel about a train carrying valuable cargo from Atlas to Vale. Adam decided him and his partner would personally see to the acquisition of said cargo and left Shenda to oversee the White Fang in Mistral.
"So then I punched the deathstalker in the face and. . . .", Shenda rolled her fingers against her temples as she was forced to listen to Ghera , sitting cross-legged on a side table by the door and eating a sprinkle covered cup of frozen yogurt, went on and on and on about what she did two days ago. She was always doing this- getting Ghera Fengari to talk was easy but getting her to shut up was near impossible. "Eventually the saxophone broke but I dodged just in time to get away. It was kind of- . She was cut off by Eugene entering the room. "Finally." said Shenda as Ghera, at last, stopped talking to greet Eugene. "Hey Eugene" she said with a smirking grin on her face. "Crazy." he greeted her with a hi- five. "Why are you here Eugene?" Shenda asked the orange clad hipster douche. "Sexy as ever Snowball," he responded. One thing about Mister Eugene Odomok was that he never used names. Everyone was some version of 'bro'- bra, broskey, broseph, etc. If you were someone worth remembering he just gave you some nickname and never called you anything else. The names varied, some making sense and others just being weird. Shenda was 'Snowball' because of her white coloring, Blake was 'Shadow' because of her semblance, and even Adam had been deemed 'Gingersnap' on account of his hair color. "I was wondering if you and Crazy needed any help with the meeting tomorrow night." "We should be fine on security but I've never objected to a little extra muscle before." She answered coyly. "I'm willing to bet you don't object to a lot of things" he said. "Only when the mood calls for it." She replied. "Is Adam still in Vale?" asked Ghera from her spot next to the door. "Yes, He and Blake are set to attack the train either today or tomorrow." Shenda answered, making sure to say Blake's name with just a hint of spite. "You know" said Eugene, "I never understood Gingersnap's taste in ladies, I mean who goes for the housecat when they've got a perfectly good snow tiger right in front of them" He gestured at Shenda. It was true, in a way; Shenda was what most guys dreamed of pale skin, yellow-green eyes, and bust that put other girls to shame. And she knew it too, often wearing a low cut black crop top with a matching mini skirt and knee high orange-red socks with heeled combat boots.
The recruitment rally went off without a hitch and the White Fang added fifty new soldiers to its ranks. After the meeting Shenda returned to the makeshift office they had in the back of the abandoned building and was about to change out of her stuffy uniform when Ghera walked into the room. "That went great! We got so many new recruits I always find it weird that Faunus make up such a small part of the population and yet every meeting we seem to find more people. It's kind of weird when you think about it." The wolf faunus babbled at what might as well have been the speed of light. "Fascinating" said Shenda dryly, her tail giving a twitch. "You have something on your shirt." Ghera said. "What" Shenda looked down and saw that she must have spilled water (or more likely the vodka in her water bottle) on her uniform. "Ugggghhhh" she went over to the shattered mirror on the wall and dabbed at the spot with a wet tissue. Seeing her mask in the mirror she gave yet another sigh of I-hate-myself-for-leaving- my mask- in-the-same-room-as-Ghera; she had broken her original in combat and after weeks of waiting for a new one she made the mistake of leaving it With Ghera who had used a bright red permanent marker to draw cat whiskers above the nose. "Are you still mad about the mask?" Ghera asked. I swear Shenda thought, sometimes it's as if those ears of hers pick up more than just sound. There was a knock on the door and a soldier walked in followed by a recruit. "This one has a few questions. I figured he should talk to you." The soldier said in a no- nonsense voice. "Very well." Shenda responded," Wait by the door so you can show him the way back to the others when we're done." Shenda told the soldier. The soldier nodded and stepped aside to let the recruit through before closing the door. "What is it you want to discuss?" she asked the recruit. " Uh w-well I uh" the kid stuttered nervously. Shenda herself didn't look to frightening (if anything the whiskers on her mask made her look less so); The kid was probably intimidated by Ghera. Typically the bane of Shenda's existence wore her harmless looking combat gear: light gray tank top, dark gray vest, black jeans, metal-tipped combat boots. However, her uniform was a different story. She still had her boots, jeans, and shackle necklace she always wore, but she had ripped the sleeves off of her standard issue tunic (Shenda would have loved to cut a midriff in hers but the gang boss in her knew that a uniform seemed more respectable intact) and shortened the length in order to wrap her large morningstar around her waist and strap her hench 12-shot revolver to her thigh. That plus the cracks on her mask made her look rather terrifying. Yet the kid wasn't staring at Ghera so much as he was looking at the two wolves behind her. Beta and Fluffles were Ghera's 'family'; Beta being a robotic wolf made by Ghera's "buddy" stood about 4 feet tall and could unfold into a motorcycle and was programed with a state of the art AI (when Shenda asked Ghera why her buddy made Beta Ghera responded "because I needed a faster bike silly." But when she asked Beta he had responded "Mr. Northstar created me to serve a social outlet for Miss Fengari as a way of keeping her sanity within stable parameters.), Fluffles on the other hand stood 4" 7' and was an actual wolf. If the most terrifying wolf on the planet was somehow combined with the most derpy-looking wolf on the planet, that would be Fluffles: his stark white fur was always scruffy, he had two bloodshot red eyes, one of said eyes was a bit lazy with a scar down the right side of his face, his tongue hung out the side of his mouth, both ears were torn up, and he was covered in scars. Yet for some bizarre reason Ghera had found him as a puppy and named the demonic looking thing Fluffles. Eugene called her 'Crazy' for a reason.
"Don't mind them, they're harmless" Shenda told the recruit who at this point had begun to sweat a little. "What did you want to discuss?" she asked. "Uh right," said the kid, gaining his wits back. "Well you see it's just me and my little sister right now and well I joined for her and I want to help in any way that I can but I was wondering if I could stay in Mistral to look after her and well "lemme stop you there" Shenda interrupted. "Do you have good ears?" She asked him. "Uh what?" "I said do you have good eats? Are you a good listener? Can you retain information well? Can you keep secrets?" "Uh y-yes m-ma'am" he stuttered. Shenda walked over to the desk ripped a got a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down her scroll number. She folded it up and handed it to the kid. "Memorize this number then burn the paper. I'm stationing you here in Mistral as an informant. Any useful information you hear, you call that number and report it understand?" she said. "Yes ma'am" he replied. "If anyone tries to move you tell them that Nix personally stationed you here and that they need to talk with me." She gave a coy smile "I'd hate to leave your sister all alone in the world." The kid grinned back "Thank you ma'am!" he stated as he opened the door to return to the other new recruits. I know more than most what it's like to be left alone in the world she thought as they left. Before the door had fully closed, Eugene came rushing in. "We have a problem Snowball" he said handing her a letter. Because his mask covered the lower half of his face instead of the usual upper half, his voice sounded deeper than it was and showed off his yellow slitted eyes, giving him an air of authority he didn't usually possess. "What is it?" asked Ghera as Shenda took the letter from Eugene. "That just arrived from Adam." He said pointing at the letter. "Is it about Blake leaving?" Ghera questioned. "Doubt it," Eugene said "The carrier just arrived from Vale via public transport. He had strict orders to deliver it directly to one of us- Nix, Odomok, or Fengari. Gingersnap even gave the kid descriptions of our masks so he could spot us out." Shenda looked at Ghera and both looked at the envelope. This was serious if Adam went to those lengths. You see these three weren't your typical White Fang. They held no actual rank or status rather they were like Adam's last resort; the people he called for jobs and missions he wanted done discreetly or the ones normal soldiers couldn't handle. Their combat skill was equal to that of the huntsman and they took order only from Adam himself. If he had given their names and descriptions to a carrier then whatever he was carrying was extremely secret, extremely important, or both. Shenda opened the envelope and scanned her eyes over the letter, the mask concealing them as they grew wider and wider. "Get the lieutenant." She ordered Eugene. Without hesitation he opened the door and yelled at a soldier down the hall to fetch her. As soon as the lieutenant arrived Shenda handed her the letter to read; its contents should not be spoken allowed where someone might hear. When the lieutenant had finished she handed it to Ghera who in turn handed it to Eugene. Once they had all read it Beta incinerated the fragile paper. "This is serious" stated the lieutenant, "three teenagers took out the entire camp?! And threatened the lives of all of us?" "I could ask them to reconsider." Ghera offered. "No." said Shenda "if we knew it was only these three then I would agree but if they're working for someone a bloodbath could be more trouble than it's worth." "Then what are we supposed to do?" Eugene asked. Shenda leaned back against the desk and thought about it. Back in her gang days she often had to do this kind of thinking-go over everything you know, connect the dots, figure out the other guy's plan and use it against them. She took a deep breath "We do as we're told and help the plan." She said finally. "Lieutenant, you resume control of things here in Mistral. Ghera, Eugene, Adam says he'll need airships. You two are in charge of commandeering some." They looked at her with a mix of confusion and disbelief- she was going along with these people!? "We can't act on them without knowing their endgame. All we know is that plan to infiltrate the Vytal festival and lead an attack. Ghera, call your buddy in Vale and see if he's noticed anything unusual activity." "On it." Ghera replied. "Do you want me to call my bro?" asked Eugene. "Do you think he'll know anything?" Shenda asked back. "The guy knows every outfit from Vale to Vacuo and has contacts who know the rest. If these guys are working somebody he's the one to ask about it." "Good. Give him a call. See if he can find out whom they work for or who trained them. These three took out an entire camp they must have learned somewhere." "What are you gonna do?" asked the lieutenant. Shenda looked at them "Adam said their planning to infiltrate the Vytal festival. Given they're combat ability the tournament is probably how they plan on doing so; It gives them an alibi and access to the academy. They're going to have to pose as huntsman students which means they'll have to say they're from one of only four schools. Beacon is out of the question as Vale is hosting the festival and aliases are easier to maintain when you pretend to be from out of town." Ghera chimed in, "Atlas has too much internal surveillance and security. They'll know immediately if someone is posing as one of their students." "That just leaves Shade academy is Vacuo and Haven academy here in Mistral." The lieutenant said. "Shade has been on high alert since the team DJIN incident two years ago." Eugene said, "They could try to pose from there but it could pose a slight risk." Beta piped up "If these individuals are planning an operation as large as I calculate, they will want to avoid all unnecessary complications." Shenda nodded, "Precisely, which means their safest bet is Haven here in Mistral. While you two get the airships I'll stay here and keep an eye on the academy. I know of a few places where students like to hang out; I'll keep my ears open for any information they might drop. If I can find out who goes to the festival we can use that to figure out how they plan to sneak in which should hopefully leave a trail of breadcrumbs for us to follow." "Sounds like a plan" said the lieutenant, "Give me a list of those places and I'll tell the recruits to avoid them, wouldn't want any of them of accidently blow your cover." "Will do" said Shenda. The list was given and everyone departed. The warehouse was wiped of any evidence the White Fang had ever been there. The next day . . . it begun.