Ch. 1
Crazy Kids
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Get in, get the Schnee dust containers, get out, and return back to base. The icon of the White Fang said this as if they were going to pick up some groceries, but all the soldiers currently situated in the bullhead provided by their new benefactor doubted it would be so simple. Some of the soldiers were leaning back in their chairs without a care in the world while others were recklessly fiddling with their shiny new guns or razor sharp swords.
One in particular, a tall, stout Faunus with antlers sticking out of the sides of her head, paced around the passenger area restlessly and constantly paused in her nervous stride to check her rifle for any deficiencies, meticulously count the amount of rounds she had, and sharpen her blade for what seemed like the umpteenth time. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, the restless White Fang grunt turned her head to find her partner who was shorter than her giving her a concerned look even when her eyes were obscured by the mask.
"Wilma, calm down; we're just going to pick up the Schnee dust containers and then we're going to back to base," the White Fang grunt's partner assured her causing the heavyset Faunus to do one last checkup on her weapons before sitting down next to her partner and opted to just stare down at her combat boots.
"What does the White Fang need with all this dust anyway?" another White Fang soldier mused while picking his nose while one of his cohorts sat forward and put his hands on his knees.
"I don't know, but who gives a shit anyway? If having all this dust helps us get back at those damn humans, then I'm all for it," the White Fang soldier replied causing his cohort who was picking his nose to give a half-hearted nod and switched to picking his ear with his finger.
"I guess that makes sense, but who's this guy giving the White Fang all this stuff?" Wilma's friend asked no one in particular causing some of the soldiers to look around the passenger area while some stared up at the ceiling of the bullhead before someone spoke up.
"I don't know, but I heard stories; some say that it's the Schnees giving the White Fang all this stuff," one soldier said causing some of her cohorts to shoot her dirty looks while Wilma and her friend just subtly shook their heads at this statement.
"What dumbass told you that?" the unsavory White Fang soldier scoffed at his comrade who huffed and folded her arms while Wilma stared out the window to do something to pass the time.
"Yeah, no way would those slave drivers do that," the laid back White Fang grunt agreed as he put one leg over another and focused on scraping the dirt underneath his fingernails.
"It was some guy back at base, alright!? He says that the Schnees are giving the White Fang weapons so that way the other kingdoms have to spend more and more lien to buy more dust to fend off the White Fang and when all the competitors have no more dust left, the Schnees are the only company places like Atlas or Vale can buy their dust from. Boom, profit," the indignant White Fang goon replied in a somewhat smug tone causing most of the soldiers to think about this while Wilma scrunched her lips together and nodded as she suddenly turned her gaze to her comrades.
"Of course those sons of bitches would do that! All they think about is money or profit without considering the Faunus who that break their backs every damn day to make sure that they can live like pompous assholes in the first place! If I ever get my hands on a Schnee I'm going to cut em' ear to ear or better yet, just drag em' to a back alley and beat em to death with my bare hands!" the unsavory White Fang soldier shouted while tightly clenching his fists while Wilma gritted her teeth and went back to looking out the window.
"That's sick," Wilma muttered under her breathe causing her friend to nod despite her dislike of the Schnee Dust Company while the unsavory White Fang soldier scoffed and stood up causing the stout Faunus to turn her head with a frown.
"Is that so, eh? Well, if you think I'm bad, you should hear what Adam does to Schnees," the unsavory White Fang soldier responded casually as if he was picking what flavor he would want for an ice cream while Wilma growled and glared at her cohort who didn't back down and grasped the hilt of his sword.
"I may not like humans very much, especially the Schnees, but I would never do as barbaric as that," Wilma shot back at her comrade who sneered at what she said and took a baby step toward her friend causing Wilma's friend to grip the hilt of her sword causing him to snarl, but sit back down in his seat.
"Easy back there, baby teeth; save your energy for the real enemy. I would have to agree with the lady though; the White Fang is a force for good and if we just start cutting people, our brethren might get the wrong idea about us," the pilot of the bullhead shouted over his shoulder to the grunts situated in the passenger area causing the unsavory White Fang soldier and Wilma to glower at each other one last time before breaking off their stare.
"Anyone else find it funny that even after all those missions we're still considered baby teeth?" the laidback White Fang grunt off-handedly stated causing some of the soldiers to agree with him while the pilot just laughed softly.
"Protecting high ranking members and escorting cargo don't help grow your fangs, newbie," the pilot replied jovially causing the soldiers to roll their eyes as the pilot stabilized the bullhead causing the soldiers to get up and grab the railing so they would be ready for deployment.
"Alright baby teeth, I'm setting us down for a landing and after that you guys will set the tow cables up so we can haul our loot back to base," the pilot ordered as he gently set the aircraft down onto the ground and opened up the ramp causing the grunts to grab the tow cables and went to work attaching them to the bullhead.
"Thanks for the help back there, Ashanti," Wilma gratefully stated to her friend who grinned and nodded back as they both attached the cables to the bullhead and subtly glared at the orange-haired man wearing the bowler hat as Wilma finished attaching her cable and thumped the exterior of the aircraft twice.
"You know I got your back Wilma and I know Adam says that working with this guy is the key to what we've been fighting for, but sometimes I just want to shove his stupid cane down his throat," Ashanti furiously whispered to her friend as she attached her cable to the bullhead and gave the aircraft two thumps with her fist.
"You and me both," Wilma agreed with her friend with a shake of her head as she finished attaching her last cable and thumped the bullhead twice while continuing to ignore the rather…unpleasant comments bowler hat was making about her Faunus brethren.
As the duo set to work patrolling the area, they both didn't notice the sneaky figure silently land behind them and move toward the criminal mastermind all without a single sound being heard by another of the White Fang grunts. When the figure neared her target, she pressed her katana that seemed to be sharpened to a razor's edge against the criminal mastermind's throat.
"What the!? Of for fuc-" Roman barely got out causing Wilma and her comrades to turn their heads and find their disliked ally being held hostage causing the stout Faunus to aim her rifle at the figure which was mirrored by some of her other cohorts while others like Ashanti brandished their swords and pointed them at the figure.
"Nobody move!" the sneaky figured ordered authoritatively as the figure who happened to be a black haired girl wearing a bow pressed her blade against the criminal mastermind's neck harder when some of the goons tried to move in causing him to gag slightly.
"Whoa, take it easy there little lady," bowler hat guy said in a sickly-sweet tone as Wilma calmed her breathing down and thought about shooting the sword out of the girl's hand, but doubted she had the skill for such a thing and opted to just wait for her chance to strike.
She honestly could care less if the man lived or died, but Adam needed this fool for whatever dust forsaken reason so although it pained her and probably most of her cohorts, they had to rescue him. To their surprise, the girl holding the White Fang's disliked ally hostage reached up and tore off her bow revealing cat ears for all to see causing Wilma and Ashanti to briefly exchange glances with one another while more experienced soldiers trembled at the sight and widened their eyes in shock.
"The ghost of the White Fang…" one soldier breathed out as he barely managed to keep his grip on his sword.
"The apex predator…" another goon trailed off in awe as her hands shook uncontrollably which nearly made her lose her grip on her rifle, but managed to keep it steady.
Wilma and Ashanti raised their brows when hearing these nicknames for this mysterious Faunus, but if memory served right she recalled some people back at base talking about one of Adam's top lieutenants who abandoned their cause after some train robbery when she had first joined up. She, like many other soldiers who had recently joined up, thought the girl was just a myth to justify some of Adam's more…questionable actions, but that notion proved false when the ghost stood right in front of her holding bowler hat hostage.
"Brothers and sisters of the White Fang, why are aiding this scum!?" the apex predator asked her former comrades-in-arms with a sad, disappointed look and despite being a traitor, all of the goons diverted their gaze away from the ghost and stared at each other or their weapons.
"Oh kid, didn't you get the memo?" bowler hat asked the ghost smugly causing the black haired girl to glare at him and press the blade harder against his neck when one of the grunts attempted to make a move to save him.
"What are you talking about?" the ghost demanded as she did a shifted her gaze from each goon to make sure they didn't try anything while the criminal mastermind just laughed with a smirk on his face.
"The White Fang and I are going in on a little joint business venture together so to speak," bowler hat calmly responded while gripping his cane and subtly inched his thumb closer to the trigger which went unnoticed by the ghost.
"Tell me what it is or I'll put an end to your little operation," the ghost threatened bowler hat as she used her other free hand to point the sheath of her weapon that seemed to double as a cleaver at Ashanti when she tried to move in.
Fortunately for Roman, the bullheads that were delayed because of the weather arrived causing a fierce updraft of wind that caused some of the goons to shield their eyes with their forearm as small amounts of gravel got into their eyes despite wearing masks. The ghost saw the bullheads with widened eyes and taking advantage of her breach in focus, Roman positioned his cane near the apex predator's feet and fired an explosive burst of dust. The explosion caused Blake to let out a surprised, pained gasp as she brutally tumbled across the ground like someone falling out of a car at high speeds before she finally came to a stop on her belly where she groaned in pain and gripped her head.
Seizing their newfound advantage, all of the bullhead pilots opened fire on Blake who was still trying to clear the cobwebs in her head, but through her blurry vision saw the hailstorm of bullets headed her way. Blake raised her shaky arms and sloppily deflected some of the bullets with gambol shroud, but the projectiles proved too numerous for her to deflect them all even if she were at peak strength and hissed as some of the bullets smashed into her chest like a runaway train. Luckily her aura absorbed most of the damage and using her the pointy edge of her pistol, threw it with all her might behind a cargo container and pulled herself toward it while hastily parrying any other bullets headed her way with gambol shroud's sheath.
"Sorry kitty cat, it's not that easy," Roman said with a sadistic smirk on his face as he took careful aim at Blake's retreating form and when he judged where she was going to be, fired a red, explosive burst of dust…only for a sudden kick to his wrist to throw his aim off and accidentally caused the projectile to hurtle towards the White Fang goons.
"Everyone down!" Wilma ordered even though she had no such authority to do so, but no one seemed to complain as they all rolled to the side or sprawled to the ground to avoid the volatile projectile as it whizzed by the goons and impacted the bottom of one of the bullheads.
The aircraft itself remained unharmed by such an attack, but the same couldn't be said of the mini-gun positioned underneath it as it let out a few more spurts before going still which left two more bullheads laying down suppressive fire on Blake. Roman, unconcerned with Blake at the moment seeing as how she was pinned down, focused his attention on her suddenly ally who easily tossed and kicked aside any grunts attempting to attack him while the criminal mastermind shook his head at this.
"You're not the brightest banana in the bunch," Roman remarked with a slight grin as the bullheads opened the passenger area and let their soldiers come down to assist the criminal mastermind leaving Blake's ally vastly outnumbered.
Like an angry mob, the goons surged forward without any sort of strategy besides hoping to overwhelm the ghost's ally through sheer numbers while some like Wilma hung back and fired her weapon at the monkey king which made them easy pickings for Blake's friend as he smirked and pulled out…an intricate stick to Wilma's surprise. The boy easily parried the storm of bullets headed his way into any unfortunate goons running towards him causing them to cry out and land on their backside while the first goon that managed to get near him attacked with his sword in an overhand motion only for Blake's friend to easily dip to the side and hit the goon with the back of his fist. The goon let out a yelp and hit the ground face first as Blake's ally thrusting his foot to the side just as another soldier neared him sending the soldier crashing to the ground with a brutal thud while Wilma and some of the other soldiers continued to lay down cover fire.
However, the martial artist continued to bat the deadly projectiles into any of the White Fang soldiers still trying to engage him in hand to hand combat with the utmost ease and seeing upon running out of ammo, the stout White Fang soldier abandoned her rifle even though she had more ammo for it. Determinedly, Wilma lowered her head attempted to ram Blake's ally with her antlers, but he simultaneously jumped over her while positioning his staff in between her antlers. Letting out a surprised gasp, Wilma felt herself falling backwards at a rapid pace and harshly hit the back of her head against the concrete with a bone crunching thud causing her to see stars only to feel a foot impact her ribs as if she were a ball sending her flying in the other direction.
Unintentionally, Wilma took out some of her allies when her large frame crashed into a group of White Fang goons rushing toward the monkey boy like a missile causing all of them to hit the ground hard causing collective groans to escape their lips. Wilma clenched her teeth rolled off of her comrades as she put a hand on her head and saw Ashanti simultaneously whacked in her thigh with the staff causing her to lurch forward only to be brutally slugged with a heavy hand that connected with her mask. The force of the blow not only caused Ashanti's head to snap back, but her mask shattered into a million pieces as Wilma's partner violently twisted to the side from the strike and landed on her arm with the full weight of her body pressing down onto the limb.
Seeing Ashanti lying on the ground with her legs curled up near her chest while grabbing her face with her one good arm as shattered pieces of her White Fang mask lay around her caused Wilma to gnash her teeth together and aggressively grab her rifle and sword. Seeing more of her comrades being effortlessly swatted away by the monkey boy as he maneuvered through the battle as if he were water, Wilma took careful aim just like she had been taught.
Just as she thought she had the perfect shot on him, a black blade cut through her rifle as if it were just butter and knowing better than to just gawk, Wilma rolled backwards and took out her sword just as Blake attempted to bring her blade down on the crown of Wilma's skull. Letting out a war cry, Wilma charged forward with her blade raised high above her head and slashed down onto Blake's shoulder only to cut through a copy that took the hit for the ghost.
Wilma didn't even get the chance to widen her eyes in shock as she suddenly felt the cold steel of Blake's blade slice down her back as if she was being hacked in two causing the Faunus to let out an agonizing wail and collapse onto her belly. She was glad her aura took most of the damage, but the strike was still going to leave a sizable bruise. Gritting her teeth, Wilma looked up and saw the ghost was already engaging Roman in combat along with her ally and thought she should help the criminal mastermind fend them off, but remembered how easily she was defeated by either of them. Wilma instead decided to tend to her wounded allies and seeing that her friend was closest to her, hurriedly moved over to Ashanti and put one hand on her friend's shoulder.
"Ashanti, grasp my hand if you can hear me! I'm going to move you, okay?" Wilma worriedly informed her friend as she put one of her hands underneath Ashanti's armpit while she held her friend's hand in the other and feeling her friend tighten her grip on her hand, Wilma slowly moved her friend behind one of the cargo containers.
"Stay here, Ashanti…ow…I'm going to get the others," Wilma muttered as she grimaced when the bruise on her back started acting up, but with the thought of helping her injured comrades going through her head, the reindeer Faunus ignored the pain.
Rushing out into the open once again, she saw that just like the first bullhead, all the other mini-guns were somehow disabled by Blake which made Wilma realize why they weren't shooting at Blake anymore. Seeing a discarded rifle on the ground, Wilma picked it up and fired in the general direction of Roman's opponents which proved to be nothing but a nuisance to them as they both easily deflected the bullets, but it gave the criminal mastermind the opening he needed to kick Sun in the chest and stagger him. Seeing her disliked ally regain the advantage, Wilma set to work moving more of her injured comrades to where Ashanti was while firing off the occasional burst of bullets from her gun to provide a distraction only when it seemed whether Blake or Sun was about to tip the balance of power into their favor.
"Hey!" a loud, angry voice echoed throughout the area causing everyone to briefly turn their heads in the direction of the voice before refocusing on what they were doing.
Wilma, taking advantage of this, simultaneously propped another one of her cohorts against a cargo container while firing another burst from her rifle at Blake and Sun forcing them to deflect the projectiles which gave the criminal mastermind the opening he needed.
"Oh hello, Red! Isn't it past your bedtime?" Roman mockingly asked the newcomer as he swung his cane like a baseball bat at Blake's head causing the cat Faunus to cry out and hit the ground while kicking Sun in the chest to gain some distance and fired at the cable carrying a cargo container.
Sun gasped and grabbed Blake just in time as the large container hit the ground with an earth shaking thud sending chunks of debris everywhere while Sun protectively clutched Blake in his arms as they continued to roll uncontrollably. They eventually came to a stop with the cat Faunus lying on top of him and Sun would have taken this chance to take a breath of air only to find Roman's cane pointed directly at his face and from this distance, the monkey king doubted his aura could protect him from the damage.
Luckily, a sniper round slammed into Roman's elbow causing the criminal mastermind to cry out and glare at the offender and fired off a volatile burst of dust at the girl who was too stunned to get out of the way. Wilma narrowed her eyes at Roman for firing at a child, even if it was a human and a huntress in training, but her gaze suddenly turned skyward as two of the bullheads carrying large containers of dust crashed to the ground. The large aircrafts skidded forward at a high speed causing Wilma to grab another one of her comrades and run behind a cargo container just as the runaway bullheads and containers slammed into a warehouse next to her causing Wilma to look up and found an orange haired girl with freckles glaring at Roman and whatever remained of the White Fang soldiers.
"Don't worry Ruby, I'm combat ready!" Wilma heard the other newcomer determinedly shout as she split her multitude of swords that she seemingly summoned from her back into groups of two while Red, having recovered from the attack, stood beside the freckled girl with a glare directed towards Roman and the goons while taking out a large, red block of metal.
Raising a brow, Wilma and her cohorts wondered what Red was planning on doing until the block of metal unfurled into menacing hooked blade that easily stood taller than the wielder itself causing all of the White Fang soldiers to tilt their heads or trying to keep their eyes bulging out of their sockets when seeing such a weapon.
"This does not bode well," the indignant White Fang goon analyzed matter-of-factly as a sword crashed into her along with any of her other comrades still standing after the skirmish with Sun and Blake while strong, heavy slashes and sniper rounds from Red forcefully crashed into any unfortunate goon attempting to fight them.
Wilma, seeing the two newcomers hacking and slashing through her cohorts like a whirlwind of destruction, focused her attention on the downed cargo containers as she got of all of her comrades out of harm's way and saw that one was open ajar causing her to grip the bent edge of the door blocking her way to the dust. Wilma tried to pry it open only to have to stop when her hands started to hurt as another set of hands grasped the door as well.
"Need some help?" Ashanti tiredly asked her friend as without the mask, Wilma could see cuts marring her friend's face, but was glad to see that her friend was back on her feet again nevertheless.
"Yeah, help me get this door open!" Wilma shouted causing Ashanti to nod and on three, the two friends pulled on the bent door with all their might and managed to tear the door off revealing the plethora of dust within.
Without having to say anything, the two White Fang goons grabbed as much dust as their arms could carry where they were joined by their original group comrades who decided to not fight against the two newcomers and instead took the dust from the cargo container and ran to a bullhead that landed near them when it noticed what they were doing. Running as fast as her legs could carry her, Wilma noticed two other bullheads arrive at the port where they fired at the two newcomers with the orange haired girl protectively stepping in front of the scythe wielder and deflected all the bullets hurtling toward them with the utmost ease.
Wilma's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when the orange haired girl deflected another volley and aligning her swords in a circle, fired a devastating beam of green energy that sliced through the two bullheads with surgeon like precision causing the occupants to land on the ground below while the destroyed aircrafts crashed into ocean. The stout Faunus picked up her pace upon seeing this as she didn't want to be the victim of the powerful orange haired girl or the scythe wielder and got to the bullhead just as her other comrades did so as well.
"Load the dust up and let's go home!" the pilot ordered the goons who didn't have to be told twice and hurriedly crammed the large amounts of dust into the passenger area and climbed in just to see the orange haired girl brought down another bullhead with a mere wave of her hand.
Feeling the aircraft lift into the air, Wilma spared one last look downward to find the ghost, her ally, Red, and her powerful friend barely managing to glance at them after finishing off the rest of the White Fang soldiers only for the aircraft to speed away just as the police arrived on the scene. Seeing that her view below was now just the waves of the ocean, Wilma and many of her other comrades took this opportunity to let out relieved sighs as they slumped down on to the floor of the aircraft.
"Woo, you guys grew your fangs today! I didn't expect to see Adam's girl or huntsman in training, but we managed to snag a whole containers worth of dust so in my book that's mission accomplished!" the pilot cheerfully shouted to the soldiers tiredly leaning against the wall in an effort to lift their spirits up causing some goons to snort and turn their heads away from the pilot while others like Wilma tiredly smiled at the praise.
"Scoot over," Ashanti softly told her friend causing the reindeer Faunus to groan and move over a little bit as her friend slowly sat down next to her and removed her broken helmet.
Glancing at her friend, Wilma saw one cut in particular that stretched from the bridge of Ashanti's nose all the way up to her friend's white hair with streaks of black running across it. Doing one last scan of her friend, the reindeer Faunus saw Ashanti gripping her leg causing Wilma to note that she had to take her friend to the doctor even if her friend wanted to "walk it off."
"What about our guys back at the docks?" Wilma suddenly shouted to the pilot as she remembered some of her allies not make it to the bullheads while the pilot sighed deeply and shook his head.
"Sorry kid, but they're on their own. They'll just have to find a way to escape and hopefully get back to base in time before we decide to move," the pilot reluctantly informed Wilma who shook her head slowly upon hearing and buried her face in her hands while Ashanti put her good hand on Wilma's shoulder to comfort her distraught friend.
Letting out a soft sigh, Wilma thanked her friend and leaned back against the cold steel of the bullhead which caused her bruise to act up causing her to wince, but after turning her body she managed to find a somewhat comfortable position and closed her eyes for much needed rest. Following her lead, Ashanti put a hand on her face to lessen some of the pain the cuts were causing and leaned her head to the side while the rest of the soldiers just sat in awkward silence with one another with the only sounds that could be heard were the inner mechanisms of the bullhead keeping the aircraft afloat.