The Wolf and The Vale
Part One.
The Wolf comes to Vale.
Prologue
Somewhere over Afghanistan.
The Globe Master III was almost empty. A few crates of ammunition, F1 grenades, some food, and medical supplies, crates of M4 carbines, F89 Minimi light machien gun, Browning M2HB-QCB heavy machien gun and SR-98 bolt action sniper rifles. And one Passenger.
Flight Sergeant Able Ludge paused from his routine bi-hourly checking of the fastenings on the crates to study the passenger. At 35, the tall well-built man studied the stranger. For all his years of service in the armed forces, Able had never been quite as disturbed as when he first met the stranger.
A young man by what the flight sergeant could tell, the passenger had arrived with nothing except a duffle bag on one shoulder, a manila folder in his left hand and a strange elongated silver suitcase grasped tightly in his right hand. The stranger said nothing as he had handed over his papers to Flight Lieutenant Rory McLeod allowing him to board the plane.
The Stranger stood a little under average height for an adult male however, he seemed to be radiating a towering aura that you couldn't help but feel like you where looking up at him. What the sergeant first noticed apart from the stranger's intense presents, was that the young man's hair was like newly minted silver. Which he found odd seeing as the stranger didn't seem to be that old. The stranger wore his hair short along the side, but he let the fringe grow so that it hung over the right side of his face.
Not that you could see most of his face being as it was covered by a black half mask with one red stripe going under his left eye, and a single blood-red tear under his right. Maybe that is what disturbed the sergeant the most.
No, Able thought, what disturbed him the most where the eyes behind the mask. The left was a piercing blue that seemed to see into your very soul. The right was a whole other story. The color of blood with a black center, it seemed to hold a burning fury that was only barely being contained beneath the surface of the man. And the scare that ran through it didn't help much either.
Looking at the passenger again, Able was once again curious of the uniform that he was wearing. The Stranger wore black boots that came up to the middle of his calves, black dress pants with a single crimson stripe running up the length of the legs. A black silk dress shirt over which a black vest with gold facings where weaved elegantly across it, much like the old cavalry vest that Able had seen on the Royal Dragoons over in England. Over the vest the stranger wore a black leather coat that reached the top of the stranger's boots. Black leather battle gloves covered his hands and on top of his head, the stranger wore a black slouch hat in the design of the hat the Australian troops wore. Strapped to his legs where two pistols, which Able couldn't make out the models.
'He must have been boiling back on base,' Able thought.
Shaking his head, Able finished up his inspection and then returned to the cockpit where things made a lot more sense. Taking his seat besides flight Lieutenant McLeod and his co-pilot, warrant officer Troy Lee, the sergeant ran through the gauges and monitors of the aircraft.
"How's things out back?" Rory asked through the head gear.
"All cargo is secure and tight." Replied Able.
"And our guest?" Enquired Troy.
"Not a peep out of him," Able answered with relief, "Kept looking at something in his hands."
"Well keep an eye on him," Rory ordered, "Who ever he is he's got the top brass bending over backwards for him."
"You don't know who he is then?" Able asked surprised.
"I have a feeling I know," Rory answered carefully, "But until I know for sure I'll keep quiet about it."
"Come on Lieutenant," Able pleaded, "you got to give me something."
"Let's just say," Rory said in a hushed tone, "If anything happens to our guest shits going to hit the fan big time."
(Scène Break)
"You may have heard about there being teams made up," A grey haired man wearing a black coat, green shirt, small black glasses, holding a cane and continually sipping from a mug calmly spoke to a group of young people standing on strange metal squares. "this is true how ever you will be 'assigned' team mates."
"WWWWWHHHHHAAAATTT!?" A young girl with black hair with red tips wearing a black skirt with red lining inside, a white blouse, black lace up corset and most striking of all was a red cape and hood.
"Seeing as the person that you will team up with will be your partner for the next 4 years, it's important that you team up with someone you can work with," The man continued as with the girl's outcry never happened, "That being said, the first person that you make eye contact with will be your partner."
"WWWWWHHHHAAATTT!?" the same cry from the girl.
"There is a ruin somewhere in this forest," The grey-haired man took a sip from his mug before he finished giving his instructions, "Once you have found your partner you both will make your way to the ruin. There you will find a relic and then both of you will bring it back to the top of the cliff here. I hope that you all have worked on your landing strategy. Any questions?"
"Um yeah I have one." A tall, gangly blond -haired boy wearing a pair of blue jeans, white sneakers, black hoody and a metal cheat plate hesitantly rose his hand.
"Good" the man smiled before turning to the other adult present. A tall imposing blond-haired woman wearing black stockings, black high-heels, a black pencil skirt, white blouse and a black and purple cape holding a riding crop in one hand and a tablet device in the other. She nodded to the man and began to tap at something on the tablet.
"UM I still have a question," The blond-haired boy squeaked as one of the young people, a long haired blond girl wearing a pair of black combat boots, short shorts, a blue top that barely covered here rather well-endowed figure, over which she wore a tan coloured vest and black aviator sunglasses was launched into the air with barely suppressed glee, "What do you mean by landing strategy? Are you going to be dropping us somehow?" A couple more people went flying.
(Authors note: I was always confused here, Surely Juane could have figured it out after seeing the first person being sprung but I'll try and follow cannon here… for now.)
"No, you will be falling." The man said while taking another sip.
"of and how are we to stop?" The blond boy asked quite clearly nervous now. A couple more people now in the air.
"That's up to you, young man." Came the calm reply.
"But surely you are jo… AAAAAHHHHHH." Came the half question before the boy was thrown into the air as if by a bomb had gone off under his feet.
The Man simply watch quietly while sipping from his mug before the woman beside him asked in a stiff formal tone.
"And what did you use for relics this year Ozpin?" asked Glynda Good-Witch a professor at Beacon Academy and the headmasters trusted right hand.
Professor Ozpin, the head master at beacon academy for hunters said nothing as he observed the next batch of hunters and huntresses in training begin their first steps on their chosen path.