A new OC story! This is OC x Weiss! Written by O.S. Worldmakers and Keeper Of The One Winged Angel!

The OC is owned by Keeper Of the One Winged Angel! I, O.S. Worldmakers, am merely his scribe.

We're ready for the hate! Or the love!

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Prologue: White Wolf's Prey

He tolerated his leader for years. He tolerated his leader's ambitions for a "better world", a world where Faunus could be finally free. He tolerated his leader's increasing insanity and extremity.

He had lived with Adam's wants for years. And now, he had to live with him for another day.

"We need to make a statement that we deserve our rights!" Adam shouted. "One to show the world we are equals!"

Cheers erupted from the home base of the White Fang. Located in Mistral, it was well hidden underground. From it, the White Fang could lash out at all four kingdoms by taking Atlas vehicle shipments.

(If I said where, it'd ruin all the fun.)

"We are the White Fang! We fight for justice! We fight for equality! We fight our oppressors! Who are they?"

"HUMANS!"

"WHAT DO WE WANT?"

"OUR LIVES!"

And the enslavement of humanity, systematic destruction of civilization, blah blah blah. Adam...

You've changed. What happened?

He continued listening. As a high-level White Fang leader, he had the play the part of a Faunus. A Faunus that hated humanity to the bone.

In reality, he really didn't care. Faunus and humans were practically the same. The differences were completely arbitrary, and since Faunus and humans could reproduce with each other and have viable offspring, biologically they were the same species.

He was sick of what Adam promised. He already knew what Adam's words meant.

A revolution to overthrow humanity and make them the slaves of the Faunus. A revolution to pay back all the abuse the Faunus endured tenfold.

Doesn't he realize that's not what we're looking for? If civilization is gone, where will we live? All we know is how to destroy, lie, and sabotage whatever humanity makes.

We can't create. If Adam wins, we're going to enter a literal and figurative dark age.

"We'll undertake the biggest operation yet!" Adam shouted. "We will strike a hard blow against the Schnee Dust Company!"

Roars of approval shook the underground complex.

... This isn't good. This might be the final push before everything goes to s***.

"...For years, the SDC has conscripted our people. It has made them work like slaves, and demeaned them! It has forcibly made them into beasts! I ask you, are we going to let this continue!?" Adam continued.

"No!"

"I can't hear you!"

I don't want to hear you.

"NO!"

"Then we will begin! All of those who I call out, you will be on this mission!"

He ignored Adam for now. I'll be chosen again to kill or torture a Schnee, huh?

"... And finally, the Beta Tiger Skoll!"

There goes my name. Dammit, Adam. I was going to minimize fallout, and then you drop another bomb. No wonder the SDC hates us.

See, this is why I want to leave. Extremism doesn't bring change worth fingerbones.

"Let the chosen follow me. We'll need to discuss the operation."

They were deeper inside the secret weapons factory. It was abandoned years ago by the Atlas military.

"First of all, I'll have to remind you that this is a dangerous operation. The Schnees have guards, so this won't be easy."

No s***, Adam. Skoll thought. After how many time we've killed and kidnapped them, no kidding. Who's fault is that?

"Skoll will lead this operation. This is high risk, after all. We're going after the f***ing heiress," Adam said.

Skoll's heart stopped. Adam, we're screwed. Thanks a lot.

The White Fang leader sighed. "I'll brief you personally, in case we have traitors."

He opened up a stolen Scroll and pulled up the necessary info: location, factors, guards, and the target.

"As we are speaking right now, the heiress is returning from her trip to all four of humanity's huntress academies. Haven. Atlas. Shade. Beacon. Although she is being guarded by Atlas troops and Schnee Dust Company specialists, there's a chance to kidnap her."

"Chance, but no chances?" Skoll asked. "It's not an aerial operation, then, huh?"

"Right, Skoll. We'll be catching them at a landing site."

And it'll be in Atlas territory, right? It wouldn't be so dangerous if it were anywhere else.

"Let's go over the details, then. The more time we have, the better. After all, the Schnee's aren't exactly twiddling their thumbs while they're hunting us. Get in, get her, get out."

Adam nodded. "The plan is simple: an ambush. Since it's within their territory, where they have forces nearby, the guards should relax. Once that happens, we can capture the Schnee scum. And then we can execute her."

Skoll nodded, easily concealing his disgust for the plan. "In that case, it's preferable to sneak in some of our Bullheads onto the island. Atlas Bullheads have tracking devices; we don't want them on our trail," he said, almost biting his tongue. "But if not, we'll have to bring some hackers."

"Good point, Skoll..." the White Fang leader said. "Let's take a look at the guards."

He brought up stacks of data from a hacked military database before bringing up the holoscreen to show all the chosen. "Schnee is onboard a Cruiser, which is guarded by modified Bullheads," he said. "The Cruiser has laser weaponry and air-to-all missile capability, as well as loads of droids. Meanwhile, the 20 Bullheads provides suppressive fire with two miniguns attached to the sides, presumably for use by soldiers."

"In other words, an aerial battle is suicide," Skoll summarized. "The instant we take off, we'd be riddled with holes. That's precisely why we can only attack when they've landed: most of their combat capability disappears. What about their forces?"

"There are 200 Atlesian Knight-130s that can be activated at command, 100 Atlas soldiers, and 25 SDC specialists," Adam replied. "It's the specialists that are the issue."

Skoll nodded. Every White Fang member knew the SDC specialists as the SSS ("S***storm Schnee's Soldiers") because everything went to s*** when they were around. They were a group of highly trained Atlas special forces members that worked exclusively for the Schnee Dust Company, utilizing the Dust the company produced to lethal ends.

If Atlas wasn't able to suppress Faunus uprisings in Schnee mines, it was the SDC specialists that beat the used into submission again.

The reluctant leader's heart tightened as he remembered them. They look professional and fight like it. But that only barely covers who they really are: monsters. They are the most ruthless, the most unredeemable, and perhaps the most racist.

25 with the heiress. 20 on the Bullheads, 5 on the cruiser. The best idea, then... sabotage the Bullheads. Kill them by blowing up the engine or sniping them. But the heiress has to be alive...

Besides, why land so close to the border? That's asking for trouble. It definitely got Adam's attention. Which means...

"I don't think we can do ground either, then," Skoll said. "Too risky. And personally, it's probably a trap."

All of the White Fang members present looked at Skoll with awe. This Faunus, the Beta Tiger Skoll, was truly a genius. He read Atlas like a book, easily and effortlessly. It was no wonder he was highly respected, even by their leader.

Adam nodded. "Explain."

"They are islands surrounding the landing spot, perfect for having more Bullheads. More Bullheads, more troops," Skoll said. "The heiress is also too important to Atlas's well-being. They practically rely on the Schnee Dust Company for trade. So they would have more than just 25 specialists. Given that they can't travel with an army without raising an uproar from the other kingdoms, I'd say they have at least 50 SSS."

At this point, the recruits and veterans were practically worshipping him. Leave it to the second king of the jungle to see through Atlas!

The leader of the White Fang nodded, sighing. "Then this complicates the mission. But we need to make sure this succeeds."

"No, it makes it a bit easier. After all, they don't have a backup."

Everyone stared at Skoll. After hearing about how strong the defense the heiress brought with her, they had lost hope.

Skoll sighed. "They have no long-ranged weaponry. They also have no naval defenses. Not to mention that Bullheads are ridiculously fragile when their engines are hit. Their setup is practically asking for the SSS to be sniped."

"But that only takes care of the guards," one of the White Fang recruits said. "How do we get onto the cruiser?"

The right hand man of Adam looked at her, then pointed at her. "First, you're promoted. Second, I'm glad you asked. Remember what I said?"

Good, she can take my job after I get out of this s***hole.

She stared back at him, smiling as her white fluffy dog ears perked up. "The Bullheads we have," she replied easily.

"Right. How would you think we'd not get shot down?"

"Hmm... Hack the Cruiser's systems and disable the automatic targeting as well as engine systems."

Skoll smiled. "Smart girl. Anything else we need to know?"

The female Faunus tilted her head. "... Not that I can see."

"There you go. Now, let's get this over. Adam, mind showing us the target?"

Images changed as the holoscreen displayed the final crucial piece of information. All of the Faunus held their breaths as they were introduced to the heiress.

"Damn, she's hot..." one Faunus said.

"I'd totally bang her. Shame we have to execute her." another said.

Skoll closed his eyes with a glance. Snow white hair, with pale blue enchanting eyes like ice. Small bust size, like to wear elaborate clothing and a combat skirt. Weapon is a rapier, with Dust on the revolving bit. The beautiful princess of the North. What a sight.

The picture was probably taken at Beacon. I can recognize that clocktower anywhere. And-

He opened his eyes suddenly. Her. A specialist. Winter Schnee... Well, this is bad.

"Something wrong, Skoll-san?" the female dog Faunus asked.

"Just Skoll. And no," he replied. "Just thinking about logistics for a moment. By the way... your name?"

"E-Eh!?" she squealed cutely. "U-Um... Aire. Aire Dale."

He nodded. "Well, I should get going once Adam dismisses us."

"Which, by the way, already happened."

Aire, shocked, jolted her head to face Adam, who had his hands on his hips as if ready to discipline her. Meanwhile, Skoll was relaxed.

"S-Sir!" she squeaked.

"Just call me Adam," the White Fang leader replied. "You're dismissed. And so are you, in case you're wondering, Skoll."

"Aw, so considerate. Time for a long sleep," Skoll easily said. "Maybe I'll siesta tomorrow too."

He left, waving his right hand as he entered the sleeping quarters.

"So it's the mutt," a voice above him said.

Skoll smiled sarcastically. "Aw, it's the pussy cat. I'd marry you, but you're always running away."

"I'd kill myself before that'd happen."

"See, we can agree on something. Right, Blake?"

Elegantly, the cat Faunus landed on the floor of the quarters. Her golden eyes stared at the dog Faunus.

"What about the operation tomorrow?" Blake asked, her tone a bit more subdued.

He sighed. "Honestly, Adam's plan would've meant we'd be on a suicide mission. So I had to correct it. But still... isn't it weird?"

"Yeah... He's never been so... overt," she replied. "Killing lesser known Schnees is one thing. But gunning for the heiress... it's as if-"

"He wants a war. I know," Skoll said. "Still, not much I can do about it. Rather be tortured by the Schnees than disappoint Adam."

Blake turned on her heel and walked away, her steps slightly ringing out in the sleeping quarters.

The Beta Tiger Skoll slid into his own bed, groaning. I need to leave the White Fang. Now.