So…I'm guessing some of you may have read Threats of Castration before and remember the RvB references, the fun and the romance…Well forget all that, because this Fic is nothing like that.

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A man sat on a wooden chair, tired by the day, full of running and fighting, his eyes were heavy, full of regret and pain. On the wooden and worn desk in front of him he held onto a recorder, containing the stories of men and women who had fought with him and died day by day.

The sound of water dripping echoed through the brick corridors, picking up the recorder he began to enter another chapter in his story. "Journal entry…one hundred and something." Sighing "It's sad to report that former Professor Goodwitch has been killed in action, and I'm currently in command." Pausing to collect his thoughts "For the past few months we've been on the back foot, we've lost a couple more caches and safe houses this week."

Somewhere over in Atlas, the sounds of guillotine blades dropping were heard.

In Mystral, several fresh holes were dug, an old and bearded man stared down the barrel of a gun, and felt the heat consume his body as he fell into the hole he was forced to dig.

By the Vacuo bay, the waves swallowed up pairs of victims tied up together, with one of them shot in the head, to ensure that the other drowned.

"Where did it all go wrong?" But he knew the answer.

Four years ago at the Breach of Vale, that was where it all started, several days after the Grimm were pushed back, the brand new line of Atleasean Knights, which received critical reception from civilians, went haywire, the knight units began shooting at civilians, so naturally hunters were called in to handle the situation, which they did, mowing through the robotic soldiers with ease on the streets of Vale.

Then out of nowhere the white Fang came, hidden throughout parts of the city, charging in guns blazing with prototype Atleasean paladins, which were only recently revealed, and hundreds of supporters with their claws out, sinking them deep into human flesh, the terrorist militia killed anyone that stood in their way, the screams of both Faunus and human filled the air.

Hoping to regroup to Beacon, their last safe haven, they were tired and beaten, when a large swarm of Grimm attacked. Beowulfs, Ursa, Nevermores, the wave of darkness came charging towards the castle.

But this time it was something more dangerous than the Grimm, the fearsome enemies of Remnant, were led by a new enemy.

A woman in a red dress, and her face sheltered by a Grimm mask, controlling the Grimm like puppets as they marched on towards Beacon

She called herself the queen of Remnant, her face sheltered by a Grimm mask and wearing a red dress, she rode on top of a titan of a Goliath. It was that fearsome sight which broke their spirits, as she attacked. The combined might of the Grimm, Atleasean knight and white fang, surrounded them, and tore through their defenses without any mercy.

They called it the burning of Beacon.

That day, he lost more than his partner, holding her broken and beaten body in his arms, he saw the family he gained at Beacon, lost forever.

Ruby Rose and her sister Yang Xiao Long, dead next to each other, Crescent Rose, with its blade stuck in the ground.

Lie Ren holding onto his partner, Nora Valkyrie, as her last boop left her.

Team CFVY, taken down by a swarm of King Taijitu, the vicious teeth sunk into their mangled bodies.

Team CRDL, trampled by a Deathstalker, the bodies of the bullies held in the pincers of the scorpion, with their leader stabbed in his place by its stinger.

An orange haired girl, with a pink bow on her head, burned into ash as she attempted to fight the queen.

He and several others escaped, as the academy burned to the ground, it's infinite glory gone, what remained was the rubble, From a distance, he saw their headmaster, tired and beaten, his body paving a red carpet, his body was dragged out and crucified.

They were fortunate enough to escape to Atlas, but it was only the beginning.

Atlas was a city once known for its technological advancements and military might, was gone, the fall of Armonia, its capital saw the loss of nearly all the kingdom's military forces and the deaths of the greatest generals in the century, in what could be described as a massacre, when one of the city's dust reactors exploded, most likely sabotage, the explosion crippled defenses, letting the enemy enter, everyone surrendered, but their pleas weren't heard, the lucky ones, went to Arcadia, full of hope that they could push the enemy away.

How wrong they were.

The fall of Arcadia, the kingdom's second largest city, responsible for its technologies, fell under the weight of captured Atleasean mechs, knights, white fang and Grimm. They bombed from all sides, destroying multiple ammunition and scientific facilities, polluting the land, destroying the lives for future generations to come.

Then the seizing of the Mystral trade routes, effectively cutting off the supplies the city needed, within several months, the queen had starved the kingdom, looting and violence ran amok. In a kingdom that relied on trade to survive, they just weren't prepared to face shortages of that magnitude, the kingdom turned on each other, not out of hate or anything political, but out of fear.

What came next was far worse.

She initiated a purge, starting in Vacuo, killing anyone that would stand in her way, innocents were executed right in broad daylight, giving their last breath as a thick knife pierced through their skulls, their blood sprayed across the ground. Their families taken with them and burned alive, their screams filled the air, begging for mercy, but they would receive none.

She set the Grimm amok in the city, letting them kill whoever they wanted to, the outlying settlements and villages were never heard from again.

Within one year she had effectively removed one-tenth of the population, imposed a tyrannical rule, and destroyed everything that resembled democracy.

There were no more heroes, only the queen.

Few survived her purges and destruction, they were either dead, captured and being tortured publicly for the queen's amusement, or they had joined the Beacon freedom fighters, essentially your average group of misfits banded together to fight the evil empire.

Ranging from remnants of Atleasean army special forces to retired hunters, they took a stand against her army.

The enemy they fought consisted of, the White fang working with the queen as their equals, the captured Atleasean mechs and endless supply of robots, and limitless supply of help from both human and Faunus, who supported her. She imposed curfews, sent people who opposed her rule to work in labor camps until their bodies or mind broke.

From the start they were so full of hope that they could push back the regime away, but now it was just one step forward, three steps back.

The resistance could attack a convoy, and in return they would lose too many men, another safe house, and have more resources diverted to hunting them down. They just couldn't win.

She was hunting them like animals, anyone that had power to stand against her, was killed.

Focusing back onto his recording "Well, as for good news, Cheshire is almost one year old." Smiling a bit, however turning it into a frown "I just hope she doesn't have to fight our war."

"I hope so too."

Standing in his door way was his wife, Blake Belladonna, still a stunning beauty, holding their adorable daughter, still innocent and unaware of what was happening around the world.

Blake looked a bit different, from the outside, she was older with a bigger bust, stronger than ever before, inside her however, was the pain of losing her partner, and the fires that fueled her lust for vengeance against the queen. Her choices of clothing changed to her infiltrator outfit, the very one she used when sneaking into a White Fang meeting four years ago.

Kissing the head of her husband, Jaune Arc.

Gone was the goofball of a student, sitting down on the desk was a tired soldier. His armor worn out from four years of continuous fighting, his hands bandaged and a small scar on his left cheek. The warm smiling idiot was gone the day his partner gave out her last breath. He was the leader of an army now, it wasn't what he imagined his life to be, but fate rarely calls upon us on our moment of choosing.

"Weiss and Ren are waiting for you."

Standing up, Jaune kissed his wife on the lips, it was too good to pass up this moment by walking away, then kissed his daughter on the forehead.

Walking out, he sighed. There was no rest for the wicked.

"Ga…" Whimpered a little voice.

Looking down, Cheshire was finally awake.

Cheshire Arc, was a mix between her father and mother, with yellow eyes and blond hair, her Faunus ears had begun to grow in the same color of her hair. She was an extremely adorable and beautiful little girl, with small rounded face, similar to that of her mother.

Kissing the forehead of her daughter, Blake held onto her.

I wish you won't have to fight.


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