Chapter 1: Enter the Players
There was uproar in the Atlesian chain of command since the sudden breakthrough of Grimm in the city of Vale, constant jargon of misuse of equipment or a android set loose into the populace, the undermining of Atlas machinery being placed into the hands of terrorists and the lack of foresight of the General tasked to keep the peace.
"What are we supposed to do with you, General Ironwood?" A ring of people, high up from the ground in the room, seeming to be like judges looking down at the spotlight of the gentle giant there, his hands behind his back as he looked the Atlesian council. No one man should control the military, so the council handles the matters and keeps the General in check.
"Sir, with all due respect, there were specific instan- "Ironwood tried to explain himself, the lack of knowledge he had was a bit worrisome, but he at least had the support of the other council members before. Time and time again had he defended the kingdom of Atlas from Grimm.
However, how long could he truly hold out for until they grow tired of him.
"General, we adore your honor and duty in the ranks of the military. You've brought pride to the kingdom and to humanity. But," The seeming leader of the council, an old and wise man shook his head as he looked at him.
"You are not fit to serve in the operation we want. You will continue to monitor Vale, but we are stripping your objectives to suppress and eliminate the White Fang." The leader stated as he interlocked his hands while looking at him from the shadows.
"Sir, I plead you do not make this situation." James looked at them as he seemed to be beaten here, the council members barely changed their mind. The only hope he would have would be to know what happens next.
"If I am not fit, who is?" Ironwood asked as he couldn't help it, there was no way anyone would be able to stop the White Fang especially someone lower rank than him.
"Our selection will be apparent shortly, General Ironwood. You are to leave and go back to Beacon Academy and ENSURE the safety of the students, whether they be Vale, Atlesian, Minstral, or Vacuo, it matters little."
"Yes….sir." The man turned around and left, leaving the council members to look at one another in order to decide who would become the best military expert for the job.
Hangar 1383:
At the edge of the water, the multiple warehouses used to store and deploy, but all hangars differed in the way that there were insignia's to better identify the unite. The red skulls on one would be the Blood Angels, the dark cross would be the Dark Crusaders, these units were hardened veterans, but Hangar 1383 was different in that it had a blue lightning bolt on it. This unit, nicknamed Blue Blitz, was a fast and hard hitting unit, not spending too long in combat. Their bullhead's were faster than the rest, armed far more in shock type weaponry, and every single man in the unit was imprisoned once or twice.
The leader, a Specialist in her own right, disciplined them all through trial by combat, beating each man or woman that challenged her until nobody was left. Her appearance was similar to all specialists, an elegant like appearance with the same hair as the rest of the specialists with their hair like a bun much like a famous Schnee.
Green colored hair donned her as she walked into the hangar as she looked at her scroll for the orders. She seemed to be smiling as her men were mobilizing as their armor was dark blue.
"Men, mobilize! We have a job to do!" She laughed slightly as the seven bullheads in the hangar were soon be filled to the brim with men, gatling guns on the right side of the bullhead, allowing a man to use it.
"We're on a hunt, Vacuo seems to be having problems with the local….faunus." She spat the word out as she knew what she was hunting. "Leave no White Fang alive, I want to see the entire village burned down. That is our orders from the Council, we are to rain justice from above. Let's move, Blitz!"
The front hangar door opened up as the bullheads, one by one, flew off into the distance as it seemed their actions would not be the greatest. The Council personally gave the Specialist a bloody and quite frankly a despicable order, but she seemed to be ready to follow their orders.
The bullheads had been in the air for a couple of hours as finally they reached a village in Vacuo, what seemed to be like the old western towns with wood and large buildings that, according to the mission, housed White Fang.
"I want none of them alive." The Specialist ordered into the comms of all the soldiers as they readied the guns on the ships as they began to fire, the sound of whirring miniguns were filling the air before the bullets fired down at the buildings, the seven bullheads circled the town.
The screams were the second as the villagers woke up to the death circle above them, some grabbed some weapons to fight back but they were too late. The Specialist pulled out a large broadsword, it seemed to extend as if it was readying a special attack. Lightning suddenly struck the biggest building, causing the place to become ridden with flame.
It only took five minutes for the sudden quietness of the village. There were so many bodies left on the ground as well as the fire crackling as it spread, causing the large smoke from it blending into the destruction.
"Good job. Let's go home." The Specialist ordered as the bullheads drew back, leaving their destruction behind. The old western village in the sand was gone.
A few minutes later, a teen arrived as he looked at the destruction, falling to his knees, a tiger faunus who gripped the sand as he saw the remnants of his home, the family he knew, and everything he had grown up with, gone.
"No…." He gripped the sand as he looked. "No!"
