Chapter One : The Snowball Effect
A snowball effect, a process where something small and significant could potentially lead up to larger and more serious consequences. However this can be either beneficial or disastrous.
No matter what the world is, this rule is most likely to exist in all places. Even as something as small as a convoy raid could potentially end the most complicated of plans. This one event could change Remnant forever. Including some of it's occupants and in particular a small team of four.
[Atlas, Location Undisclosed, 19 Hundred hours]
Inside the city of Atlas, a small White Fang armored transport truck was making it's last trip, with one crucial piece of intelligence. Inside one of the storage boxes was a folder entitled 'Operation: Vacuum', which contained circled Schnee Dust cargo ships and highlighted docks Little did the White Fang convoy know, they were being watched by possibly the largest private military company around. A small team of four was carefully placed by a man who went by the codename, 'The Commander' around a selected hit and run location. However he himself would take part in the operation, for if this operation failed they would have to stay in the dark, preparing for the worst.
"This is Alpha 2-1, convoy has stopped at hit and run location," A deep voice crackling over the radio, "Alpha 2-2 take out the drivers in the armored truck, Alpha 2-3 will proceed with plan, over."
"This is Alpha 2-2," A feminine voice replied, "I'm taking the shot, out."
A silenced shot and a small flash came from an abandoned warehouse overlooking a dark, lonely street. The bullet hit the truck driver, who never even saw it coming. The light at the street turned green, the black car in front moved forward but as soon as they ran over a grey looking manhole, the car exploded. The car in the back was honking to get the truck drivers in front of them to move, but they never did.
A few seconds later, a speeding semi-truck came barreling down the street, ramming the armored Fang truck causing it to go on it's side. Quickly scrambling out of the car, the remaining White Fang had tried to shoot at the person who was driving the semi-truck, however they were silenced with a rather loud Degtyaryov LMG. Kicking the door out it's hinges of said truck, was a figure who wore a gas mask in a black military-esque uniform carrying a Degtyaryov and a metal sheath for swords.
For now, the masked and seemingly mute figure had gotten out a saw for the sole purpose of breaking into the back of the tipped over armored truck, as well as dealing with any unlucky occupants inside the truck. After a few moments of sawing through the bolted shut door, he stepped in to find a scared White Fang member with a pistol who had promptly pissed himself. The mute figure left him alone for now, shooting him a glare every once in awhile while cutting through the locked storage box. He had pulled out the folder that they had been searching for quite some time. The member inside the truck had fired a single shot at him, only for the bullet to bounce off of his armor. A short scream and a few moments later, the mute figure stepped out bloody dropping his saw and setting whatever was inside the truck on fire with a Molotov.
Screeching around the corner was an armored car stopping in front of him. He had calmly opened the passenger door to find a grinning, 28 year old with a stubble beard and blue eyes staring at him, Adam Cry.
"So, you have it for me bro?" His brother asked, the silent figure only nodded in response.
"Good, now get in I don't have all day." The mute figure rolled his eyes, however since he was wearing a gas mask it didn't show.
After stepping into the passenger seat, he turned to see his brother, Adam Cry shift stick and speed off towards the warehouse to pick up his friend. After stopping in the front of an admittedly tall warehouse, stepped out a seemingly young female who had blond with blue streaks carrying a sword-sniper combo on her back. However something what most people would notice were the grey wolf ears sticking out from her head.
"Took you two long enough to get here." Said the blond jokingly.
"Ha, Ha, Now get in the car Reyna." Said Adam who had a serious look to his face.
"Oooh, feisty today?" Responded Reyna. Adam rolled his eyes, she could be admittedly annoying at times for Adam, but he knew he could be as equally or more annoying at times.
"Anyways, I called Pilot so he could pick us up at the docks." Adam said looking somewhat annoyed by the joke. He shifted stick again and sped off towards the rendezvous point.
Arriving at the rendezvous point, awaiting at the docks was a unmarked freighter with a single container open that had bold letterings that said 'DrkWlf Shipping' with a painted wolf silhouette on the side. At the front were two armed soldiers, one faunus the other human. They had parked the car inside the container for it to be shipped off to one of many locations. All three of them exited out of the container, the soldier saluted John or otherwise known by most people as 'The Commander'
"Nice to see you sir." A cadet of unknown name saluted to him.
"Nice to see you too private," Adam responded. "Tell, the crane operator to move the container onto the ship."
"Yes sir." The private responded, climbing onto the ladder that was attached to said crane.
The three of them walked towards the helipads where their pickup would be waiting for them, a long time friend. Pilot was leaning against his painted black Bullhead waiting for them.
"Nice to see ya again guys." He said in a somewhat enthusiast tone.
"Nice to see you again Pilot." Adam replied equally as enthusiastic, both of them sharing a grin.
All four of them boarded Pilot's Bullhead, with Adam helping Reyna up. They had started lifting off of the ground with Adam closing the gullwing doors.
"So, Adam back to base?" Pilot questioned, with Adam responding.
"Yeah, back to base I guess," Adam looked at the masked figure that was his brother. "So, music for the trip back?" John had given his brother a thumbs up, signifying that music was a go.
Little do the four close friends know, they had started a chain of events in Remnant that would change the world forever. A chain of events that world start friendships, form long lasting relationships and perhaps even something more. No longer was the path of destruction headed their way, but a better path for all with adventures and a couple of laughs. However this path would be more complicated, painful and perhaps with a bit more leg breaking. But for now somewhere in Vale, a certain ginger-haired, sloth loving, soon-to-be huntress in training sneezed.