The Renegade

The evening light filtered through the windows of the airship cockpit, turning the room a vibrant orange with its glow as it reflected off the polished interior of the ship as it approached a large, majestic castle in the distance.

The joyous seeming moment, however, did not spread to the occupants of the cockpit, as the captain of the ship gripped the steering wheel tightly, as if his life depended on it, his eyes glued to the building in the distance. In under an hour they'd be there, and this would all be over in a neat fashion. He suspected that wouldn't be the case, which was why there was another person in the cockpit with him.

He leaned against the wall, seeming to be asleep with how little noise he made. He wore a long, black and red greatcoat with a matching in colour tricorne hat. Looking under the hat, he was a clean shaven, Caucasian male with brown eyes, black hair peeking out from under the hat. One however would be less concerned with his face, and more with the pair of swords sheathed at his waist, strapped to a belt buckled with a red, five pointed star with an image of crossed swords on it.

The captain tried to strike up a conversation. "We're almost there now, in about fifteen minutes we'll be ready to land."

"You don't say." muttered the swordsman, a south English accent showing in his smooth voice. "And you still haven't told me what we're doing here."

"That's classified." The captain replied.

"Of course it bloody is."

"Your job's nearly done, so you'll be paid after we get there."

This brought a small smirk to the swordsman's face. Money made the world go round, and it never hurt for him to have more of it.

That was when the door opened and the captain's first mate stepped in. "Is something the matter?" asked the captain.

"You never told us what we were transporting!"

"That was part of the deal. We bring this in, you ask no questions."

"This is too much. I'm relieving you of your rank as captain!" to accentuate his point, the first mate drew his pistol and stuck it right in the captain's face.

The captain looked pleadingly to the other man. "Help me! This is what I hired you for, now help me!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the first mate whirled and pointed the gun right at the other man. "You wanna be a hero? Try me."

To everyone's surprise, he simply raised his hands.

No one could forget the look of absolute horror on the captain's face when this happened. "What am I paying you for?" he demanded.

"First rule of my services: do not antagonize the man with a gun in your face."

"Smart boy." Said the first mate. He brought the gun back around to the captain, but before he could do more, the swordsman grabbed his pistol, shoved it aside and slugged him in the jaw. As the first mate reeled in pain, he kneed him in the gut and as he doubled over he drew one of his swords and hit him in the back of the head with the pommel.

"There are bound to be more of them." He said "I'll head out and make this place safe again." with that, he headed out the cockpit door.

He was instantly met by five other crewmen, each one carrying some form of melee weapon or gun. He sighed, before beginning his attack, knocking a machete aside with one of his blades before kicking its owner in the face. He then cut a gun in half and pommel struck its user over the head before he could get a shot off. Moving to the next man, he blocked a strike from his hatchet before throwing him at his friend before he could get a shot off.

The final man attacked with his sword, but he managed to block it with one of his and use the guard on the other to punch him out. He was about to walk back to the captain when he heard it.

It was faint, but he definitely heard it. A low growl, resonating from the hold of the airship.

Walking back into the cockpit, he saw the captain sitting calmly at the wheel. "Ah, there you are. I assume those fools are dead."

"They're taken care of."

"Good, then I can set the ship on autopilot for the rest of the trip. It'll land for us and then I'll give you your pay."

The captain made his way to the door, but was stopped when the swordsman shut it in his face. "What's in the hold?"

The captain looked at him, exasperated "I already told you it's classified. Now if you'll let me dispose of the crew,"

"Oh I've had enough of your bloody secrets." He said, evenly. He took one step toward the captain and punched him in the face. He fell to the floor as the swordsman stood over him. The room suddenly seemed to get darker. "Whatever's down there made your crew turn on you, and since I highly doubt your entire crew was six blokes with a nark on, something's happened to the rest and I think that has something to do with it." His eyes turned red as he picked the captain off the floor and brought him right up to his face. The rest of the room went dark as his voice seemed to drop in pitch. The captain could see fangs when he opened his mouth to speak again. "Now tell me, what's down there?"

"We're transporting Grimm!" the captain blurted out. "We're taking them to this professor at beacon! He didn't tell us what he wanted them for, just that he did!"

"Give me my money!"

The terrified captain dug into his pocket and with a shaking hand threw out a pouch of coins. "Take it!" the swordsman caught it, and the room returned to normal.

With that, he walked out to the rest of the ship and opened the door to the hold, immediately running the Beowolf on the other side through on a cutlass before walking through. He looked down into the hold to see the whole place full of the lupine Grimm.

He grinned before flicking a switch on both cutlasses, causing a small barrel to emerge from both hilts. He charged, leaping over the hold, pointing his swords and spraying bullets at the Grimm, landing on the other side, he continued to fire, stopping when his guns clicked empty only to charge at the wolves. He cut the head off of one before blocking a claw strike from another, removing it's arm before running it through.

He withdrew both his blades and shoved both into the chest of a charging Beowolf before picking it up on the swords and hurling it at another. He pounced on the downed wolf and plunged a sword into its head.

Looking around at the rest of the Beowolves, he chortled before ejecting the clips from his swords and replacing them with fresh ones.

The Grimm charged. He gunned down the first one with a burst from his left cutlass, decapitating another with his right at the same time. He then spun in a circle, spraying bullets as he did, peppering the remaining Grimm with lead. By the time the guns were empty, only three of the creatures remained.

He dodged the charge of the first and ran it through before cutting the head off the second and using both blades to impale the third.

His work done, he sheathed his weapons, dusted off his hands and walked back up to the main deck to find the captain still in the fetal position. "Cheer up mate, we're here."

The Artist

The Renegade

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Author's note. I probably won't update this soon again, but I want to get these trailers out fairly quickly. Expect the other two by the end of next week, and from then I'll try and make regular updates.