Author's Note: Hello there readers many and few, welcome to the first actual chapter of this story, I thought about making this a second prologue but decided against it. So to note, these first few will be taking place before Vol 1, you'll figure that out pretty quickly. Secondly, there will be practically no events in the cannon happening here because I'm changing a lot of stuff. There will be small nods to it and possibly some events happening.

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Chapter 1: Teridax's Power Grab

-Several Months Before Lhikan's Funeral-

I sat there in my chair overlooking the atlesian night sky, swiveling my chair from side to side. The last of the patents and testing were done for the day, but I was waiting for one last thing. One very important thing that was near and dear to my heart. My back turned from my desk I gazed at the broken moon, the stars, anything to ease my tension. This would either make or break my resolve. Many months and people have been wasted for my results, many betrayals and killings. If only Antroz had listened to me. But if they proved true, then it will all be worth it. For once I was giddy, I haven't felt like this since I first opened the company way back when. Before it was sword rifles, weaponized gauntlets, scythe blaster, and dust guns. Now it was weapons of mass destruction, cruiser batteries, and prototyping laser weapons. I would work on biological weapons, but the blasted council denied me by placing laws forbidding it. Those annoying bureaucrats will be the first to go when I reign, maybe the Schnee dynasty too.

Don't get me wrong, I love how they have supported me and my company's efforts for so long, but little Jacques only sees gains for himself. We aren't so different, I only work for my personal gains too, I just have more muscle behind what I say. Jacques can hire guards, but I have the others. I wouldn't call them family, but they are the only ones who know more than anyone else. It was more for logistical purposes, plus I needed their genealogy to see if they could work alongside me.

The moment had come, a knock on my door and the buzzing of a doorbell. I pushed a button on my desk.

"Come in," I said, turning in my chair and scooting forward, my elbows found the flat surface of the desk and my hands covered my mouth.

"Teridax," came a man in a stained labcoat. His hair incredibly crazed and discolored a mix of green and black. His face, while right now unfazed, was having small tics at the corner of his mouth, he was clearly excited.

"Mutran," I had no time for pleasantries and wanted results, "does it work?"

His eyes flashed with brilliance, "Yes you were right Teridax."

I walked over to view the cart of vials, green in color with a rapid chemical reaction happening at all times. I sighed and grabbed Mutran by the collar and lifted him up by it. He was much shorter than I, his feet dangled off the ground by whole inches. "I know I was right you crazed buffoon! Did you forget that I have five Ph. Ds!? I know the math would work! I want to know," I leaned in letting my eyes bore into his pathetic skull, "does. It. Work."

As usual Mutran was not as put off by my intimidation, but you could see his eyes shift down to the vials and he looked back to me. "Yes, from the minimal testing we've concluded that the mixture does work. It binds with the cells perfectly and even enhances the physical body."

I set him down, to which he dusted off his lab coat. "Good," I cooed picking up one of the vials and tapping the glass. More bubbles formed from the physical movement, "I want a batch of thirty by the Monday after next."

The frazzled scientist sputter, "B-but sir, this took four weeks to get just ten, thirty is mere impossible task for me and Chirox."

I grasped him by the neck and squeezed, hard. "Then you will have every resource of Makuta Weapon's Corporation at your disposal. You want extra hands? You got it. You need Vamprah to get more specimens? I'll see it done. We need to be ahead of Helryx if we want to snuff them all out." There was a call on my desk, I rolled my eyes, "Now get going, there is something I must attend to." The doctor left and I picked up my scroll. "Who is this?"

"I understand that you require some of my services," the voice on the other end said.

My eyes narrowed and I sat back down looking at the atlesian sky still blanketed at night, "Of course, when have the Dark Hunters ever led me astray before."

-Two weeks later-

It was quite advantageous of an evening once all the worker and scientists who were not needed left the building. Checking the time on my scroll I made my way to the elevator. I personally had to keep my heart in check, its fluttering made me feel like the common folk. But I was not common folk, the file in my hands said otherwise. Oh I was something, as were the others who I arranged to meet me in the special facility down below the complex. With a ding the doors to elevator closed and I pushed a ten digit passcode into it. A compartment opened just beneath it asking for my thumb. Was it a tad paranoid to have a fingerprint scanner? Perhaps, but loose lips will sink Ironwood's ships. It scanned multiple times before a green light flashed and another compartment closer to my head but still quite a ways down opened. Now I know I was paranoid when I pressed my red eye right next to it and stood for a few seconds. Another chime and I was away heading below my wonderful company. It really started after I flunked out of Atlas Academy, never really was one to be told what to do. I adjusted my tie for the eighteenth time in nervousness watching the numbers slowly decrease and then increase as I went farther and farther into the basements. Multiple basements were required for our more...precious research. Got my first loan, turned over huge profits with my ingenious weapon idea, and never looked back. I still can remember the face on my teammates as I was forced to leave them. My partner nearly broke down in tears, she was always a drama queen, if only they could see me now. It looks like I was going to anyway. The doors opened and a near blinding light caught me off guard, I covered them with a hand. When everything returned to normal I saw about six figures stood around a table.

"Gentlemen!" I boomed catching them all off guard, "So glad you could join me this quiet evening."

"What choice did we have?" Asked one of them, a slightly younger man with discolored yellow and black hair.

"Oh that's right Bitil, I don't give you the same rights as the rest of them," I smiled as Bitil sneered and turned away from the group, "Now I realize that some of you may have some questions as to why I brought you here."

"Especially on Friday, you know it's my drinking night Teri," the tallest of them said.

I really wanted to kill him right now, if not for calling me 'Teri', then for interrupting with such a frivolous reason as for intoxicating one self. "I am truly sorry I'm ruining your night to shack up with some blonde Icarax. But this takes precedence."

"May we ask why?" Bitil questioned.

I motioned my arm to Mutran who was next to his somewhat twin brother Chirox. The two were near identical. That same calculative stare, albeit Mutran's face would erupt into small tics every now and then, a clean shaven face. Their eyes matched that same amber orange, similar build that was surprisingly well hidden under their lab coats. Chirox's was much cleaner, it always was, I sometimes wondered if Mutran only had one lab coat and just continued to reuse it day in and day out. I learned to tell them apart by their hair though, Mutran's was a mix of green and black, I wonder if he got splashed by chemicals a long time ago. Chirox was a more natural jet black but the sides and some of the roots were showing silver gray, which was odd for a thirty year old.

"Mutran, Chirox if you would?"

"Of course," the more calm Chirox responded and revealed the multiple vials, "these vials are filled with an experimental formula which can heighten your senses along with more…aura tampering."

"Tampering?" Icarax asked picking up on of the vials lifting it up to his eye level.

"I believe this is where Teridax comes in," Mutran gestured to me, his face going wild with tics of anticipation. They all looked at me.

"Yes I believe so," I walked closer and placed the manilla file in my hand on the table, "have any of you heard of the legend of the Makuta?"

The look they gave me answered my inquiry, "What?" Bitil threw up his arms, " You brought us in for this?! All this for a story?"

"It is no story Bitil, it is fact," I went on ignoring the incredulous look he gave me, "the Makuta were ancient warlords and protectors throughout the world long before the kingdoms were ever founded, in times dictated by sheer power and wit. The Makuta were the leaders of these powers because they were the strongest, the smartest, and the most cunning. They had powers that make modern day huntsman look like modern foot soldiers," I looked to the sneers from a few of them, "no offense to any huntsman in the room. The point still stands that the Makuta existed long ago and that their children are out there."

"So what?" Icarax questioned, "Legends are always exaggerated."

"Oh but dear Icarax," I opened the file revealing pictures of numerous people including Icarax, "what if I told that you were one of them? And that you could have those powers."

Icarax, always one for power lust, black tattoos lined up his arms going all the way to his neck. His armor was rather intricate, thanks to me but he would never tell you that. He was a tall and big son of a bitch all the way from Vacuo, I was almost surprised he didn't come from the Dark Hunters. He almost looked like me in some ways, same scowl over his face, his eyes were a lighter shade of red, and his hair was the same cut and the same length as mine. His armor was crimson and black with weapons that were overkill in many regards. Overkill seem to be a constant caption under Icarax's whole life.

"Go on…" Icarax grumbled, I smiled knowing I had him.

"What we have here is from months of researching the old bones and what little tissue we found in the mummified remains of a Makuta. We noticed certain similarities within all of your biological data."

"What are you saying?" Bitil asked.

"Bitil, how many sick days have you ever called in?" I told him back.

"Ummm…" he put a finger to his head.

"Not one," I told him, "and checking your records from Shade before you were kicked out for blowing up half of a city center, you never missed a day. During your physical for your position here we found you were incredibly healthy, not only that but we've introduced toxins into many of the air vents here." That made them all jump.

"You've been poisoning us?!"

"Well I have been, and you haven't gotten a tad sick," I kept my cool visage, "don't you think that's a tad odd Bitil. If you were any regular person you would have felt the affects, it was never enough to kill you, but enough to where you would have gotten sick."

Bitil looked down at the ground and then away at the wall. Icarax stepped forward, "So what does this all mean Teridax?" Ooh, it was very serious if he was using my full name.

"Well after going through your family trees and doing extensive research, I have come to the conclusion that you are direct descendants of the Makuta of long ago, along with myself naturally."

"Really?" Bitil asked, "All of us? You, me, Icarax, ol' creepy silent Vamprah over here, and the whole lot of us are supposedly super warrior great-great-great-great-great grandbabies?"

I nodded, "The only ones I'm not sure about are Chirox and Mutran, I haven't been gassing them since they were responsible for the creation of the Antidermis."

"The Anti-who-ha?"

I picked up one of the vials. "We believe that this liquid is what set apart Makuta from the rest of the people in the old days. This liquid was extracted from the DNA of our mummified Makuta and its content was removed. From there we picked apart the necessary pieces to unlock the hidden powers within our bodies."

"Hidden power?" Icarax asked picking up a vial again, "go on."

"The old tablets and mythos didn't go much into detail about that. The Makuta were being able to control many different powers, each focusing on different aspects, but most all seem to having an affinity to Shadows."

"Shadows? Well that isn't superstitious."

"Not at all," I threw Icarax's comment aside I then pointed to the vials, "so who wants to go first?" Naturally none of them wanted to go first, perhaps it was the fact that it was an experimental drug that put them off.

"Teridax," Chirox said, "these drugs are incredibly experimental, we haven't even gotten to the human and faunus testing phases yet. Everything has been tested on mice and birds."

I rolled my eyes at the two scientist, not because they were doing their job. I had asked them to test it out on animals, but because the longer I waited would mean the closer that Helryx would gain the upper hand. I know she is looking for the Island of the Toa, so every advantage was needed. I removed my coat jacket and rolled back my white dress shirt sleeve. "Then allow me to be the first." I grabbed the vial and attached a syringe at the very end, but was stopped by Chirox.

"What do you think you are doing?!" It was a rare moment where Chirox's emotion showed, it was always the same one that did show though. Rage, "You have no idea what that may do to you."

I chuckled and removed his hand forcefully, "Oh, but I think I do." Before Chirox could stop me I jabbed the needle straight into my arm into the veins so it spread throughout my body. I saw the green liquid deplete slowly and felt it enter my body, the foreign fluid making my hand twitch. When it was empty I threw the glass aside and fell to my knees as I felt everything around me go fuzzy, and then refocus only for it to go out of focus again. I heard footsteps come towards me, probably the two doctors, and they tried lifting me up. But a spike of rage made me throw them off. The contact of metal against metal caught my ears, I shakily stood up using the cart full of vials. Being a student at Atlas Academy I was well versed in the ways of Aura, and I could feel something mingle with it, mix with it, bond itself to it. I took a deep breath and looked at my arm, many of the ancient transcripts listed various powers of the Makuta, thinking of one of them I threw my arm to the side.

It took a while but my arm slowly started to turn a mixture of purple, red, and black as it swirled over my arm in a fog and gas mix. A beam of energy shot out and hit the wall, it was tremendous, I felt my lips twist into a demented smile as I saw the wall start to crack and practically explode into many pieces. I looked to the others who were gawking at me. "Well, who's next?"

-X-

Well that was certainly an eventful evening as all the candidates in front of me for the, now named, 'Makuta Restoration Project' were all successful test subject. There were few right now. Bitil, Icarax, Kojol, Spiriah, and Tridax all proved to be Makuta. However I noticed both Chirox and Mutran eyeing the vials and smiled.

"You can always test it on yourselves gentlemen."

Chirox looked up, skeptically as that was his primary personality trait, "As much as I would like to Teridax-"

"Oh shut up," his intellectual equal spat out before grabbing a vial and slamming into Chirox's arm.

That was quite interesting to see Chirox's face as he felt the Antidermis course through him, however when I saw Mutran grab three of the vials for himself I stepped.

"Mutran what are you doing?" I demanded, my voice catching all the others who were busy with their newfound powers.

Mutran's twisted smile formed, his face wild with tics, "For science Teridax." I wasn't able to make the distance in time as Mutran shoved all three of the needles in at once.

There were very few things I was put off by or even the tiniest bit afraid of, but Mutran's crazed laugh certainly found its place among them…

-Approximately one month later-

You would think that after not seeing the woman who broke down in tears when you were forced to leave would make you feel sentimental in some regard. Nope, not at all for me, this was more or less a business trip for me, it was probably a sentimental meeting for her but I go back to my previous words. Usually my business trips don't usually include me sitting at a cafe in the autumn Atlas air sipping disgustingly bland coffee.

It was quite a shock actually when I found out that she was actually like me. A Makuta descendant. I think I checked, and double checked nearly thirty times. A small part of me wished I continued into becoming a huntsman, appealing my discharge from Atlas, but without that little kick in the teeth it would not have jumpstarted my greatest work. The experimentation has gone along rather smoothly, I have unlocked a multitude of powers since then ranging from manipulating fear to fragmentation. This is turning out better than I thought, and if the names listed in the files are anything to go by the others will be just as powerful.

"Teridax? Is that you?"

But right now I have a partner to turn to my side.

"Yes Gorast, it has been a long time hasn't it."

Gorast, I never bothered with her last name, my old partner from the days at Atlas. She was as old as I was and it looked like either of us hadn't aged much. She was a taller woman, just a few inches shorter than myself. She had this issue of every single guy, and some females, were always swooning at her. It seemed like every few days someone would bring her flowers, to which she would deny them all. Long pleasing colored green hair that would contrast greatly with that of Mutran flowed down to her waist off to one side. She still had her clawed gauntlets and armor on, it seems huntresses never get out of the battle attire. Yes surprisingly even though she attended Atlas Academy she was strong enough to deny going into the Atlas Special Forces program which was only implemented a few years before her graduation. I don't know whether that's a good or a bad thing. Her combat attire was still pretty militaristic in nature, a life in a heavily militaristic community will do that to you. A long green dress that one would not think at all suitable for fighting was what she wore, various bits of armor covered her shoulders and the same applied for her chest. How she fought in heels was one of the many mysteries of women I cannot figure out.

"I guess it has," she said, brushing some of her hair back behind her head, "weird to think it's been so many years since you...left."

"It was my fault I suppose, I was an arrogant and selfish asshole back then. I would have made a terrible hunter."

"Don't say that, you would have been just fine."

"Take a moment to take in where both of are right now Gorast. You're a huntress and I'm a business executive. All in all, I think things turned out just fine."

"You say that about yourself, but the team needed you. The others didn't gel with the replacement we got."

"Yes, how was… Takadox. That was his name correct?"

"Yeah, and Takadox was like you in a lot of ways, but there was just something off about him. It always felt like he was watching us with some other desire. I haven't seen either of the three since we all graduated, I think they enlisted to the Special Forces."

"Of course, James really started pushing that hard during the first year."

"James?"

"Sorry, I've worked with General Ironwood on multiple occasions, I've just learned to call him by his first name to irk him. Which brings me to my next point."

"You really didn't explain why you wanted me here Teridax. You should be glad I missed after so long."

"I'm flattered," I reached for the manilla envelope, "but I must ask you a question Gorast." She looked up at me with a raised brow. "What is your favorite fairy tale?"

It may have taken her some time to fully digest the story I told her, or rather stories. Let's just say I got ahead of myself and told her about the Makuta. It was so hard to keep that in. Gorast had shifted her face down on the cup of coffee she had got and didn't move for several minutes.

"So you want me to believe that there are these maidens with magical powers, and that there's someone hunting them for their powers. And you want to believe that there's this hidden organization that all the headmasters are apart of secretly running things in the background."

"In a nutshell, yes."

"And that you and I are descendants of ancient warriors who equal the skill of these maidens."

"I'm not sure if the maidens and the Makuta are equals in terms of skill and prowess. I can only speak for the Makuta side of things being one myself and seeing first hand their powers. Which brings me to my next point Gorast, do you want that power?"

"What power?"

"Why, the power of a Makuta Gorast. To have all that power in the very palm of your hand. Think of all the people you could help, all those you can save. We could overthrow Ironwood and his inner circle with Ozpin and protect this world."

"I don't know Teridax, what path does this lead us down…"

"Sometimes it takes a little wrong to make a lot right," I outstretched my hand, "come on, for old times sake. At least take a look and then consider."

She looked back at me and gave a small smile.

Hook. Line. Sinker.

-Three days later in Mistral from Icarax's perspective-

I hate being cramped up in bullheads. I'm not exactly a small person. You know what I hate more?

"Target is dead ahead."

I hate Bitil. I hate everything about him. Ever since we gained our Makuta mystical power bullshit he's been nonstop trying to get on Teridax's good side. He was being an absolute kissass for a foolish plan Teridax had.

"We must do things discreetly, we cannot go plowing through the world. We must gain the trust of those below us."

Bah. What an idiot. We have this power that is without equal and he wants us to hide like vermin. I will have to show him just how much influence we can gain from showing an unyielding force.

"Icarax I said the target's dead ahe-"

"I heard you, you insufferable firefly," I growled back at Bitil.

"I'm more akin to a wasp if anything, and I'm offended by your statement."

"Tell it to my boss, oh wait you're too much of a brownnoser to tell him he made a wrong choice."

Bitil glared at me and readied his weapon. A heavy dust cannon designed by the one and only Teridax. I don't know how he picked it up, he was so stringy and thin it looked nearly impossible to hoist it. Me? I preferred the classic. A spinning shield blade and a sword I used to cleave whole ursai in half. Overkill was one thing I truly loved.

"I'm not afraid of him when my partner is being a prick," we butted foreheads in anger. The sounds of a battle made us both turn away.

"Great we missed the first engagement. Move to Plan B," I told him, moving away through the heavy grass.

"Okay," well at least he can be a professional when the time calls for it, "I'll be in comms waiting for the signal."

I got in my position and waited for the opportune time to strike. The battle was quickly shifting sides multiple times. Despite it being a three on one it was impressive even for myself. But when the one girl summoned the power of the elements I was able to determine my targets.

"So that's the maiden," I said to myself, I clicked the comms on, "Bitil now."

No sooner a blast of energy shot at two of the warriors attacking the girl. It caught them off guard and the one with robotic legs got hit by it. Then I moved in. The green haired one was blindsided by my shield which was spinning the two blades at high speed. Her little amount of protection was no help as the metal slashed into her aura. She stood back up after I threw her to the ground, the dirt kicking up slightly. It was like a mouse versus a falcon. I swung my sword at her, she just paused and took the entirety of the hit. A sharp pain in my head forced me to recoil as she was flung to the side. I grasped my forehead having to push my sword into the dirt as I became unsteady.

Just what was that?!

I glared at the girl who seemed terrified, rightfully so. She pissed me off, now I'm going to rip her off her legs! A shard of glass attacked my backside making me stop and turn around. I laid my eyes on a girl with black hair and amber eyes in a red dress. I tapped my comm link.

"Bitil I have eyes on the target, advancing now."

I charged her stepping out of the path of an arrow and ducking under another. I reached her shortly and we exchanged strikes. She was surprisingly strong for someone much younger. But I am Icarax, actually wait, Makuta Icarax and nothing will stop me. Perhaps it is time to use some of my newfound powers. Thinking of what I wanted my weapons clashed with the girl's and a stream of purple energy transferred between the two. I immediately felt stronger while I saw her bones and arms start to wobble. I was practically bending her backwards before I kicked her to the ground. With footsteps I heard the green haired one approach with sloppy technique. I didn't even bother looking as I slammed the face of my shield into her face. I could tell I shattered the aura with my increased strength. I believe Teridax called it 'Absorption' but I never really listened to him anyway.

"Bitil I have the target, how are you doing?"

The sound of Bitil's heavy dust rifle fire answered my question, but his words helped to. "All clear on this end, robo-legs should come back next Tuesday. What about the girl?"

"Somewhere in the field, her aura is useless for the next few days."

"What should we do about the maiden? She's technically a witness."

I turned to the maiden, Amber I think her name was. She was completely tuckered out, her aura was nearly depleted. She sucked in deep breaths and propped herself up with a staff. "Thank you, they caught me by surprise."

I had personally no care or time for this shit. I walked over silently, a blank stare in my face.

"Could you tell me your name, I imagine Qrow is somewhere nearby-GRK!"

I grabbed her throat and lifted her so she was eye level with me, I have to do that a lot I find. She tried to scratch her way out of my armored hand, the reason they were armored was because of imbeciles trying to claw themselves out of my iron grip. She tried to squabble somethings out, but I didn't care. The blades on my shield started to spin, a rush of wind could be felt from them. She looked down, eyes wide as those stupid little dinner plates you get at weddings, and then looked back at me. I broke character for once and smiled as I reeled back the spinning blades. I just know it'll take a long time to clean up the blood. Eh, what's the big deal?

-In Atlas many days later-

"Well, well, well it looks like the subject is coming around."

The voice hurt me ears, all the while my whole body felt weak and useless, my head was in fog as everything didn't make sense.

"Mutran, do not patronize the patient, you're still on watch because of your little stunt."

"Oh, Chirox you're still worried about me, that's so nice," whoever this Mutran seemed to be completely insane, "but it appears our little femme fatale is waking up."

Crap, they know I'm awake.

"You have no reason to worry Miss Fall, we're not here to kill you."

Somehow that didn't fill me with confidence but the sound of a door closing with more footsteps startled me.

"Cinder Fall," a new voice said, "you can open your eyes."

Cautiously I opened my eyes to see nearly two identical scientist outside of their lab coats and hair color, and a third one who just looked like he just got back from a conference. "Hello Miss Fall, my name is Teridax and I have come to you with a proposition that will change your life."

I stayed silent and skeptical as he brought up a briefcase and clicked it open.

"Skeptical I see? Were you like this with Salem?"

My eyes widen in shock as I hear my mistress' name said so nonchalantly.

"Yes, I've heard of Salem," he answered my unspoken question, "I have no fear of her because I have become more powerful than anyone in this world can become."

He sounded like an idiot.

"And I can give you that same power if you truly wished."

I turned my head away from his face in arrogance. There was nothing stronger than a maiden.

"My men killed the Fall Maiden."

My heart skipped a beat, my veins went cold. I felt like everything I had worked towards was gone. It would take weeks, months, maybe years to find the next maiden.

"You see Remnant is filled with many legends and stories, it's a pity many were lost to time. There is obviously the one of four Maidens which is an interesting one, but I prefer the one about the Makuta. You see, the Makuta were protectors of Remnant, while also being the judges of it too. They had powers a modern day huntsman would drool at. But only certain people could become a Makuta, it was title more greatly desired than that of a maiden or even, daresay, a silver eyed warrior. Now I know you have spent much of your life to become feared and strong, and I do sympathize with you. I'm giving you an opportunity to become stronger than you ever imagined. To install fear into those around, to rule with authority. All I ask is that you throw your allegiance with that accursed witch aside and join me and my syndicate. I will let you do as you please, so long as it does not interfere with my business, I still have company to run so I would prefer if you didn't ruin my good name. So do we have a deal?" He outstretched his hand towards me.

I thought about it. To install fear, to rule with authority. How could I refuse. Weakly I held out my hand to shake it.

"Excellent," he stood up and turned to the two others, "begin the process, I have to leave. Oh, and welcome to the Brotherhood of Makuta, we're taking suggestions on changing the name."

"With pleasure," Mutran started to laugh as he left, he picked up a glowing green syringe and I instinctively tried to scoot back. Something about a man holding a needle while laughing does not inspire confidence. At least the other one stopped him.

"I believe Teridax told us to not go crazy Mutran."

"Oh, you're no fun Chirox," he then looked me in the eye, his face going wild with tics, "now you might feel a small pinching. It's only natural, but everything else isn't."

-Two months later from Teridax's perspective-

Everything is going along smoothly, Cinder Fall's transition to a Makuta has proved surprisingly easy. We had to separate her from the likes of Icarax and Spiriah because they provoke her, she personally has asked me to keep Mutran away from her. That makes all of them, excluding Chirox, who doesn't want to be around the mad maniac in the laboratory. It's not like I don't like him, but he has a certain demeanor that I don't enjoy being around. After he stabbed himself with triple the dosage of Antidermis I told the others to keep an eye on him, never know when someone might get...overzealous. Gorast has done well to adjust to her new found powers. She's in Vale with Icarax right now retrieving another possible candidate for the Makuta Restoration Project. Why am I not going you may ask? Well…

"Ah, Mister Kraa wonderful to see you again."

I rolled my eyes and did my best to keep my growl from being audible as I faced…

"Jacques Schnee, always a pleasure," I extended my hand shaking his incredibly weaker handgrip. He over compensates everything with his money, and I mean everything. He was surrounded by his usual slew of guards but was accompanied by…

"Whitley, Weiss a pleasure. It has been a while."

Whitely, in my honest opinion, was an absolute waste of oxygen. He has access to their family's unique semblance and chooses nothing to do with it. Jacques and I talk, a tad too much if you asked me, and tells me everything about his only son. Strangely he doesn't talk about his two, more successful daughters. But I always took notice of them.

"Mister Kraa," Whitley bowed like he had been told to his entire life, "wonderful to see you again."

Weiss merely curtsey and the action nearly made me vomit, I was not raised in a high society household, I forced my way to the top. I didn't marry into it like some white haired moustached fool.

"She is saving her vocals for the concert tonight," Jacques explained as the pained look on Weiss' face only worsened, it seemed with each word her face only grimaced and looked down more.

"Ah I see," I said lifting up a glass of whatever the hell kind of drink they serve at these Schnee events. I've always been more of a whiskey person myself. "Has she been accepted into any huntsman academies. After helping her with designing her rapier I would be disappointed if she didn't continue that endeavor."

I knew it was a sore spot to mention that in Jacques face, but the high society stone face kept strong. "Yes she has been accepted into all the huntsman academies, I am certain she is going to Atlas because going anywhere else is ludicrous."

I looked down at Weiss and smiled, "The other kingdoms are rather crazy, and besides as a dropout of Atlas Academy there is more than one way to fight for what is right." I checked my watch, "Well I must be off to my seat, a pleasure to see you again Jacques, Whitely, Miss you need me, just feel free to ask."

I made sure to stare at Weiss to get my message across. A blank stare was all I received. Now I had to go listen to a stupid concert to stroke Jacques accursed ego, I'll make sure he never sees his daughter ever again.

-At the same time in Vale from a third person perspective-

"Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod," was all Yang Xiao Long could think as she sat in the interrogation room of the police station. So she had a temper. Can you really blame her? That Junior guy and his nightclub had it coming. She didn't even get her drink. But because she got caught up in the fight, she now sat in a police station and possibly going to jail. What would happen to her? What would happen to Ruby?! What would it mean for her chances of becoming a huntress?! Was it all gone now?

"Yang Xiao Long," a cool and calm voice said, Yang was so absorbed in her thoughts she didn't even hear the door open showing two...

"You're not the police," the blonde said pointing to Gorast and Icarax.

"You're right, we're not, we are hunters Miss Xiao Long," Icarax growled slamming his weapons on the table for dramatic effect.

Yang flinched at the clang of metal, Gorast placed her hand on his chest, "Do not be afraid of Icarax, he's just excited to have a new friend."

"Hmph, yeah sure," he grumbled.

"But enough about you Icarax, we're both here to talk to you Miss Xiao Long."

Yang was terrified to say the least, she was somewhat trembling. "About what?" Her usually calm and cool exterior had long since crumbled.

Gorast pulled out a file and went through the pictures. "Let's see destruction of property, aggravated assault, drinking underage, illegal parking. Ooh, and my favorite, crushing a man's dignity."

An involuntary chuckle came out of Yang's mouth, but Icarax stare silenced her real quick.

"So here are your options Yang, can I call you Yang? Thanks," Icarax said pulling the file to his side. "You can either pay for the damages yourself, including the medical expenses of all the men their and possible funeral costs. You really did a number to the guy in the bear hat. You can admit fault and go to jail for a long time. Either of those scenarios bar you from ever becoming a huntress. You will never be allowed to wield your weapons, probably lose your license forever, and have an ankle monitor for a few years"

Yang physically shrunk in her seat, Gorast saw a small tear form in her eye. "Or," her words made Yang's head perk up, "you join our little crew in becoming a better protector for Remnant." The look in Yang's face was confusion, "We are part of a secret society that is going to help Remnant from the evils that no one see or hear about. We're asking you because of your family lineage and what it can do for you."

Yang's head jerked back in surprise, she sniffed up a tear and wiped her nose, "My family lineage?"

"You're part of line of descendants who have access to powers beyond most comprehension," Icarax said rather quickly, he really hated how Teridax focused on the legends of the Makuta, "You would be able to protect those around you, we will ask you to do stuff that might be uncomfortable such as killing."

Yang looked wary, "I don't know if I-"

"Who's going to protect Ruby?"

Yang's breath ceased as Icarax eyed her deviously.

"I mean it's a good question," he kept on going, "how can you protect her when you're in the slammer? Or stuck in Patch and not at Beacon during her freshman year? How do you think she'll look up to you when she finds out you were incarcerated? Do you think she'll look up to you as the honorable big sister who should be the role model?"

While Yang had no clue, Icarax was currently using his newfound powers to install images into Yang's mind. Frightful images. Gorast quickly put a stop to that. "But if you do this you will be able to protect her, albeit from a distance." The blonde looked like a kicked puppy thinking of it, "We will also help you in finding your mother." Her head snapped into direct line of sight with Gorast, the first time during this entire conversation.

Icarax shrugged. "I may be a biased source, but what other choice do you have?"

-Back in Atlas from Teridax's perspective-

"...I can help you leave the grasp of your father Weiss, all it takes is a little cooperation."

I just got done explaining Weiss predicament. My studies of the Makuta lineage include that of the Schnees. I don't know if I should have gone with Winter over Weiss just because Weiss was indecisive, but then again Winter is a military lap dog.

"But I can't just leave hi-"

"I saw the way you looked when Jacques mentioned you leaving, you looked overjoyed. Happy, probably the first time you smiled since I've met you Miss Schnee."

"But I want to become a huntress, not a...Makuta or whatever you called it."

"Weiss do you have any idea why your older sister enlisted into the Atlas Special Forces?"

"I-uh-no not really."

"You are a Schnee, you have the Schnee legacy riding on your coattails wherever you go. You honestly think it wouldn't follow you to Vale, Mistral, it certainly will be front and center at Atlas, and something tells me you won't be going to Vacuo. Like it or not Weiss your family history, your stained history, is always there with you. If your sister was a huntress she would have been shunned by every faunus she would help, but a military life removes those shackles. However if you join my little secret society you can shed that, make a new name for the Schnees return them to what they once were. Do you want to get out of your father's shadow?"

Weiss looked at the mirror in her dressing room, a picture of the Schnee family, the pain in her eyes was evident, as was her answer.

Both Yang and Weiss: "I'll join, what do I do next?"

Teridax: "Perfect."

Icarax: "Not much."

Gorast: "We'll have to introduce you to the others, but for now welcome to the Brotherhood."

-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-

So there we have it. Cinder, Yang, and Weiss are all Makuta. Mwah, hah, hah. Now obviously there will be repercussions for these choices. Next chapter will be about one of the other factions in play and I will be furthering splitting up the main cast. Anyways see ya later suckers.