5 Years ago
Judas Dominus was a hunted man, ironic considering his profession. As an Atlesian Specialist and covert operative he thought he was untouchable. Now, a combination of a lucky faunus, a few declassified records, and his own hubris had turned Judas into a fugitive.
Within the confines of his Minstrali safe house the rouge huntsman prepared to flee. Possessions were scattered across the floor and multiple tables as he frantically packed several duffel bags full of food, clothing, and weapons. As he left the apartment complex to pack his car the clerk at the front desk asked him to check out before leaving. After ensuring the lobby and the street outside was clear of any witnesses Judas drew his sidearm, a suppressed .45 caliber handgun, and shot the unfortunate soul three times. Two of the bullets entered the attendant's chest below the speed of sound, splintering his sternum and shredding the heart and lungs underneath. The final round was placed directly in between his eyes, severing his brain stem.
The corpse hit the floor with a loud thump, ominously similar to the weapon which had taken his life. Judas left the building in a panic. He had at most a few minutes before someone discovered the body and the police were notified. The huntsman was growing increasingly paranoid, searching the street and rooftops for any possible threat. After about ten minutes of walking he finally spotted the abandoned parking garage, and his salvation.
Within the concrete monolith's third floor was his escape vehicle, an armored SUV with tinted windows. When he tried to unlock the driver's side door he discovered that someone had welded the door to the body of the car. Judas hastily drew a broadsword from one of his bags and prepared to cut the car open. Moments before he struck an electronically altered voice spoke behind him.
"We both know that won't work, traitor."
Startled, the operative turned towards the source of the noise. At the entrance stood a tall figure clad from head to toe in dull grey steel plate armor. Each armor peace looked like it had been tailor made for the wearer, every bit of steel was closely fit to the chainmail and padding underneath. The black cloak he wore seemed to absorb all the light around him. What unsettled Judas most was the headpiece. Instead of the normal steel helmet which accompanied plate armor was a grey mask which covered his entire face. The mask itself was almost entirely featureless, with the exceptions of a pair of black lenses which allowed him to see, and a slight peak for his nose.
With his paranoia in full swing Judas checked the rest of the semi-lit area for other adversaries. Upon completing the search he realized the assassin was alone, and with a laugh brought his sword into a guard position.
A voice came from behind the mask once more. "Judas Dominus, you are a traitor, a liar, a thief, and a murderer, this depravity has cost dozens of innocent people their lives, and hundreds more unimaginable grief and suffering. As you stand here hoping to flee from the judgment you deserve, you prove yourself a coward as well. Creatures such as you must be brought to justice for their crimes. Now you face that justice. By order of the Grandmaster, you are to be captured or killed at any cost. Will you come peacefully and face trial by your rules? Or will you choose to end your life here?"
At the end of his monologue the armored man drew his own weapon, a two handed kriegsmesser. In response the huntsman charged towards the assassin. Before he had closed half of the distance the air shifted and suddenly an Ursa Major charged from the darkness, its claws intent on ripping Judas to pieces. Inches before the Grimm reached him it vanished into mist, replaced by the armored figure thrusting his blade at the rouge Atlesian's throat.
Before the blade found it's mark Judas was able to redirect the blade into the concrete at his left side. He followed up on the successful parry with a thrust towards the assassin's armpit with the intention of destroying his shoulder. The armored warrior simply stepped to his right and allowed the point to bounce off the steel cuirass.
While Judas tried to recover from his failed attack the assassin grabbed the traitor's wrist and tossed him across the room. To the rouge's credit not only did he remain conscious throughout the ordeal, he had managed to retain his sword. Unfortunately the force of the throw had cost almost a third of his Aura. Combined these feats gave the armored figure a grudging respect for his enemy, as a warrior if nothing else. As he moved in to deliver the coup de grâce the Atlesian recovered his footing and drew his pistol. The slow moving .45 hollow points might as well have been snowballs as far as the steel armor and mask were concerned.
After eleven shots failed to pierce the plate armor Judas panicked and was about to load another fourteen round magazine when he was forced to defend against an overhead strike meant to cleave him from shoulder to hip. While he was able to parry the blow the curved blade managed to clip the last inch of his shoulder, further draining his Aura.
Desperation overcame the cornered man. In a final gambit the huntsman used the pommel of his broadsword to strike the mask while it was exposed. This strike proved as futile as the last and the shock of the impact caused Judas to drop his sword. He fell to the ground, clutching his injured hand to his chest.
The assassin almost pitied the man before him. Judas was nothing more than an opportunistic coward who used his training and resources for personal gain. When he faced justice for these action he chose to run. After a moment of hesitation the armored warrior remembered the horrors and atrocities committed by the human supremacy groups backed by Dominus. There was no questioning what must be done. A single stroke of the kriegsmesser opened the traitor's throat.
After the Atlesian had bled out the armored figure did three things. First was to retrieve the dead man's sword and pistol, they would make fine trophies. Second he took a set of fingerprints to confirm the kill. Third was to place a card in the corpse's right hand. When he left the complex the assassin called the police and informed them of the body's location. As investigators searched the body they found a business card in one of the victim's hands. Upon the card was a blank grey mask, and the words Sic Semper Tyrannis.
A/N Welcome to my first (published) RWBY fanfiction. The inspiration for this story came from a conversation that I had with some friends of mine about the upcoming film Captain America: Civil War. We were discussing who we agreed with (Tony Stark FTW) and the one thing we could both agree on was that people with such power needed to be monitored by a third party, and that this third party needed to have a plan in place to deal with any murderous superhumans.
I'm going to need some OCs to help this story along, for teams at the huntsman academies and rouge huntsmen so please send me as many as you can. I may need to make some slight alterations to your characters but I will keep as much as I can from your original creation. Thank you for your time, this is wa7chfac3 signing off.