A/N: Howdy Y'all! What this is is a sort of extended universe story covering the lives of a few teams of OCs. This is going to be a major fanfic so please keep coming back for more! :3

This is a huge passion project of mine, so I will try to update on a weekly basis, but I am a little ADD so i may forget from time to time so please bear with me!

I don't own the universe, all rights belong to Rooster Teeth.

Please let me know what you guys think! I would love to get reviews, and I promise to try and respond to them!

Also, I'd like to dedicate it to Monty, for creating us such a beautiful universe to experience and share in. Rest in Peace you beautiful human being.

And now, without further interruption, let us begin! :D


The Chains of War


Chapter 1: Misfits

Cain Noctis was getting tired of all the bullshit. He sat in the corner of the tombstone-grey ruins that he and the rest of his team were currently resting in for their mission, rubbing his temples in a futile attempt to alleviate the throbbing pain that had begun to build up behind his gold-specked hazel eyes. His well-worn khaki cargo-jacket sat strewn about next to him, having been made into a partial pillow from an attempt at sleep. But it wasn't the current bitching between two of his other teammates, or the constant growling of the massive pack of Grimm patrolling outside that was really keeping him up. What was bothering him was simply the fact that he was getting an ever-increasing urge to punch the ever-lasting shit out of something.

Cain Noctis wasn't necessarily an angry person, he wasn't always as belligerent either. But he recognized a need to be, and as such, had become so over time. He normally stood at about five-foot-six-inches in height, with unkempt, shaggy, sun-bleached brown hair. He wore a carmine tank-top, durable but broken in black combat boots, and a pair of cargo pants that at one point had been black and in a camouflage pattern, but that had over the years weathered out to a light, splotchy grey with bleach spots on it. Wrapped around his arms and hands disappearing down his shirt was his weapon Ouroboros, long heavy chains where no specific end or beginning could be seen.

The two members of team NCRS (pronounced "Necros") who were currently engaged in a rather "heated" argument were Nadeshiko "Nadia" Kacela and Rebecca Rosso-Corsa.

Nadeshiko Kacela, who preferred the abbreviation "Nadia", was on the smaller side of the team, topping off her height at around five-foot-three. She had light pink eyes and long, rose gold hair with a simple thin braid around the sides of her head, and the majority of her hair loose but straight and well-kept. She was cool, calculating, and for the most part level headed (Cain noted however she did prove to have some rather serious superstitions). She was of a creamy complexion, and bore an ornate, hooded long-coat of pearlescent white with moonstone and opal detailing and a pale sapphire inlay. Her shirt was of similar make, and complimented further with silver pants that almost made her radiate with the lunar light. She also possessed a pair of large black boots covered in fasteners and added an extra two inches to her normal height, a simple pink-silver necklace, as well as an obsidian black archer's glove on her left arm. Her weapon, which almost always lay across her back was Brahmanda Celestia, a pink-silver and rose gold bow inlaid with rose quartz and a string that seemed to be made of moonlight itself. It was paired with an ornate quiver of similar make that was strapped to her back as well, and contained not only arrows, but a wide variety of dust infusion options to allow her variety in her attacks.

Rebecca Rosso-Corsa was almost the complete opposite of Nadia. Where Nadia tended to be reserved and rather quiet, Rebecca wanted to be loud and involved. When Nadia wanted to be practical and efficient, Rebecca wanted to be flashy and garish. Rebecca stood at about five-eight, with flowing onyx hair, bronze tan, hazelnut eyes, and almost too-perfect proportions. Her style bore a rather flaunty nature, with a small, low cut, sea-green-and-cream-striped top showing plenty of midriff and pale khaki shorts. She bore silver earrings with ornate dragon detailing, several bangles of silver, a few ornate silver rings and a large loose silver necklace. The weapon she bore was just as flashy, consisting of ornately carved, gunmetal-silver armoring covering her arms, shins and feet, and combined with a large metallic orb of similar make, akin in size to a medium to small ball.

The last member, who currently sat peacefully asleep, was Sky Vulcan. Sky was the smallest of the team, standing only at around four foot eleven. He had light-blue hair with white streaks, dark blue eyes, and a rather thin build. He usually bore a tie-dye shirt, blue jeans, a pair of rather immaculate white sneakers, and an iridescent pair of welding goggles on his forehead. Currently sitting in the corner was his weapon, Aitnaios' Hammer, a giant, metal backpack colored in pink, rainbows, and an almost embarrassing amount of stickers.

Cain had finally reached his limit on crap to deal with today and slammed his fist into the ground, the chains rattling and providing the initial boom with enough lasting oomph to get the two girls to quiet down and look in his direction. "Can we quit the bitching over who gets first watch already?" his voice was deep and intense, demanding attention. "Since you both won't quit your squabbling, just go ahead and go to sleep I'll keep watch." It's not like I'm going to get any sleep anyway, he thought to himself. Might as well do something useful.

With a slight cheer of glee, Rebecca did a little hop before trotting off with a "Thank you darling," in her usual flirtatious tone towards Cain. He shrugged her off with a grunt of contempt before walking over to the blown out window on their floor, about five stories up in the ruin. He slouched down into the framework and gazed out over the decimated city, seeing the forms of the Grimm out patrolling, but mainly gazing up towards the ever-so-bright stars that accompany the fractured moon.

The soft footsteps of Nadia as she approached didn't bug him. If anything they were calming as she made her way over to join him. "The stars are beautiful. You can see so many more of them out here than you can in the city," her voice holding its usual soft but melodious ring. Cain just stared into the sky, tracing the chains that wrapped his hands by memory. "They remind me of the past. Of the incident." Of my weakness, is what he wanted to say, but he always hated that thought. Nadia gently hugged him from behind, as if sensing his thoughts. "The earth is what holds the past, stars can only hold the future." As she said her little piece of wisdom she stood up and made her way over to her cot. "Don't stay up too late," she called back, in a rather jokingly motherly way.

Cain chuckled to himself, waving her off as she went to bed before turning his gaze back out to the horizon. She was right. You could see more stars out in the wilds.


A/N: Wait a second, this looks like its just a chapter of introducing characters! Well, Yes it is. But mainly because it felt like a good stopping point. Gotta leave some room for you guys to speculate about all of them! :D

Anyway, hope you all are getting hooked, maybe even hyped (hey I can dream, can't I?)

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