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"…Okay what you have to understand is, people here have unique abilities." Felix explained, as he and Locus was alone, heading through Vale.
"Like Magic." Locus said with a tone of sarcasm.
"No, not like magic you dumbass." Felix replied, before he glanced up. "Okay, think about it this way. Every Freelancer we've come across or heard of has an Armor Enhancement…Think of each person here, mostly a Huntsman or Huntresses, having an ability that is unique to them, similar to Armor Enhancements." He stated.
"I understand…" Locus said, before he glanced at his partner. "…Why exactly do they have them?" He asked.
"How the fuck should I know? Evolution? God? A chemical experiment!" Felix said in annoyance. He wasn't an expert in that shit. "They tap into the power of their souls, and used their Aura." He stated, getting a look from Locus. "Hey, don't look at me. I didn't come up with the name, I just use it." He said in his defense.
The two armored men stopped at a tram-station, before Felix sighed and looked at Locus. "What you gotta understand is, in this fucked up world filled with all this crap. You and I need to stick together. We need to stay together to survive." He insisted.
"We should return back to Chorus, our orders..." Locus began.
"Do you hear yourself?" Felix asked in annoyance, as his visor faced the grey armored Mercenary. "Fuck Orders, we're doing this for ourselves. We need to get away from that fucking planet for a time..." He said.
Locus stopped, before Felix looked at the approaching train. He frowned behind his helmet and glanced down. 'This could be a perfect opportunity to cement it…' Felix thought, before he sighed loudly and looked at his partner. He trusted Locus, despite how much of a dick he was and acted like, Locus was the only person who actually put up with it and was the only person he genuinely respected.
After he left Beacon and accidentally 'left' his world, he melded in with the UNSC. He met Locus than and they were both different people. Felix was afraid of Locus, but he didn't fear him. He was afraid Locus was leave him.
In Beacon he was never good enough, he was never strong enough or fast enough to do anything. He worked and fought hard in Beacon, but he always had someone with him. He always had a team to rely on. He built up the belief that he needed someone at his side to make him stronger. When he met Locus, they formed a bit of a rivalry. Something that pushed both of them to be their best.
Felix needed Locus by his side if he wanted to be at his strongest. Or so he believed. When Locus got fucked up in the head by their CO, Felix knew he could have helped Locus. But he had major abandonment issues, from his previous team. He didn't help Locus on the fact that his partner might've realized they didn't need each other. And Locus would've left him, like his last team had.
"Listen, Locus. What are you?" Felix asked curiously.
"I am a Solider." Locus replied seriously. "And it is a soldier's job to listen and follow orders...to the end of the mission." He stated.
"Why?" Felix asked.
"...What?" Locus responded unsure.
"Why? Why do you follow orders?" He asked.
"Because I'm a solider." Locus answered.
"...Why are you a solider? Where you ordered to be one?" Felix asked with a mocking tone in his voice.
"No." Locus growled out, as he turned and faced his partner.
"Do you know why you became a solider, Locus? Huh?" Felix asked, as he stepped closer towards the grey armored merc.
"...I don't know..." Locus answered unsure, as he glanced down and thought to himself.
"Then why do you follow orders, if you don't know why you're getting them?" Felix asked.
"...I don't know..." Locus replied.
"Tell me, exactly do you get from all of it? Satisfaction? Pleasure? What?" Felix questioned.
Locus looked down, incredibly confused and conflicted. 'In the beginning, since the beginning. You've always studied me, Locus. You've always tried to figure out what makes me tic...in the end, you know, you showed me how you worked. I play the tune and everyone else dances to it.' He thought.
"In the end, I do all that I do, because I want to not because I fucking have to." Felix stated. "I mean, what's the fucking point of killing and robbing, if it's fucking work?" He asked incredulously. "But in the end, like I said, I do it, because I want to do it. Why exactly do you run around, parading as some kinda psychotic-robot?" He questioned.
Locus frowned behind his helmet. "...I am I...I don't..." He said unsure.
Felix stepped forward and his helmet almost touched Locus' helmet. "People think I am a monster, people think that I will burn in Hell or whatever. And you know what, they're right. I am a monster. I've done bad. I've done things you can't imagine; horrible, evil, messy things...and i've loved every damn minute of it. But what are you, Locus? What exactly are you willing to do? To get what you want, to be free, to be rich, powerful, whatever it is you want." Felix said seriously.
Locus looked towards his partner. "...What is it you want?" He asked in return.
Felix smirked behind his helmet, as he reached out and wrapped an arm around Locus' shoulder in a friendly way. "...I want to stick by my partner and kick a bunch of ass, while looking like total bad-asses in the process. I also want to be rich and powerful, but that's neither here or there." He added shamelessly.
"I thought you hate me." Locus admitted.
"Heh, you're a fucking tool, but that can change." Felix said, as he turned and looked at the train that stopped at the station. "But we fought in a war together, in the trenches, fighting a religious-genocidal race of aliens. You're my...brother…and we really should stick together...in a place like this." He insisted, before he looked towards Locus.
"I know how our CO was a complete fucking dick, how he fucked your head up with that fucking 'You're just gun and armor'. But fuck him, you may be a fucking lunatic 'great warrior', or whatever it is you call yourself. But, you're my boy, my man. I know you and you know me, in the end…I guess that's all that really matters, don't it?" Felix asked.
"In the end, in this weird world filled with all this crap. When we stick together and watch each others backs, things become incredible clear and simple." Felix said, causing Locus to slowly nod. "You make sure I stay sane, on the straight and narrow...while I make sure you are more than your armor and gun." He insisted, before he stepped back from Locus and roughly pat the man on the shoulder.
"Now come on, I'm not cut out for this sincerity crap." Felix added, as he entered the rail-system.
Locus looked down and mulled over all that was said to him, before he nodded. "…In the end. We only need each other." He muttered, before he followed Felix onto the train. He truly respected and held Felix at a high regard. They both hated each others faults and saw them as weaknesses. But the both respected each others strengths. And they were perfect partners.
A few minutes later, Felix and Locus stood in the train, as it took off a high speeds through the underground train system in Vale. "Where are we going?" Locus questioned, as he looked at his partner.
Felix glanced out the windows of the train. "…We'll be meeting an old friend." He said fondly, before he looked out the window again.
Locus stood next to Felix, as they rode the train. He glanced at some of the people sitting in the seats of the train, staring at them in curiosity. He looked forward and sighed to himself, as he looked out the window.
After a few minutes, Locus looked at Felix. "...I am not you." He admitted.
"Ugh, yeah. There can only be one person who's as awesome as I am." Felix admitted.
Locus growled in annoyance. "You and I are monsters." He informed.
"Uh, yeah." Felix agreed, but there was a sarcastic tone.
"...I don't want to be remembered as the monster." Locus admitted.
"What else could we be?" Felix asked, looking at Locus. From the moment he left Beacon, he learned or theorized that he couldn't be a hero anymore. What he had done, what he had planned to do. He didn't believe he could be a hero again. He wasn't even sure if he ever was to begin with, being a criminal and lying his way into Beacon.
"...I don't want to follow orders, I want to be something more than I am now. I don't want to be a monster. I joined the UNSC to protect humanity...I know I can never be good again. But I at least don't want to be a monster anymore" Locus admitted.
Felix looked out the window and frowned behind his visor. "Don't worry about that. While we work on the job we have with 'her royal highness'." He said sarcastically, referring to Cinder as that. "We'll be working on the Chairmen." He sad, causing Locus to look at him.
"What?" Locus questioned.
Felix smirked darkly behind his helmet. "The Chairman is a more vial man than you and me combined. If we want to clear our karmatic-slate, we kill him. We take his ship and we collect our men We leave and we come back here. A fresh start, no assholes to fuck us over, no crimes that can resurface, all the weapons, men and power we would ever need." Felix ranted a bit. He hated the Reds and Blues sure, but they were total morons and losers, they'd probably kill themselves off. He thought most of them were pretty stupid, but there were three people that he detested or held a more aggressive attitude towards.
They were Tucker, Washington and Carolina. Felix frowned at the thought of them. Tucker was an easy one. All his life, before he became Felix, he was like a toned down-less perverted Tucker. They both acted very similar, they both had major insecurities. Tucker covered it up with his perversion and Felix covered it up with his sarcastic, mocking behavior. They were both incredibly similar, but Felix detested him because Tucker reminded him of his past.
Washington and Carolina sounded, and partially acted like two people he used to know. Ozpin the cool, mysterious man with an unknown past and always seemed to know more than he let on. Washington was similar in not only voice but personality too. He was like a more cynical and jaded Ozpin. And then there was Carolina. Felix wasn't sure what Carolina looked like, but he was sure she looked liked Pyrrha. But her voice was enough to set him off, she reminded him of the girl who turned her back on him after he wanted to try to be himself. He wanted to prove that he didn't need other people to be strong, to pass that hurtle that he made for himself. But her actions and the resulting casualties of it, cemented it forever.
A part of Felix didn't want to hate Pyrrha, she was his partner before Locus. But, another part loathed and feared her for what she did. He didn't really give a crap about anyone else at Beacon. He didn't hate or like most people there. He did like Ruby, he truly didn't want to hurt his first friend and didn't want her to see what he became. He thought Blake was cute in a dark mysterious sorta way, and thought if situations were different, they might've been a thing. Weiss was his first crush and he really never really fell out of it, he supposed. He really didn't know Yang, except for passing conversations. He missed Ren and Nora a bit, but it wasn't hurting him.
Apart from that, Felix didn't give two-shits about anyone or anything else. Felix smirked to himself. 'Though I'd love to see Weiss' face, if she ever sees me now…' Felix thought with amusement.
Felix and Locus stood in the train, as it continued to move at high speeds. The two armored men ignored the stares they got from the people on the train. Locus glanced around. "...This place. It's your home-planet, isn't it?" He asked.
"...Meh…" Felix sounded, not really answering, but not denying it either.
Locus slowly nodded. "Those girls we saw, the way they reacted to you. They didn't act like you messed with them. They seemed to like you." He commented.
Felix frowned and looked out the passing scenery. "Don't worry to much about it." He replied curtly.
Locus didn't press the matter. Almost an hour later, the train pulled into a certain station, with the doors sliding open. Felix and Locus exited the train system, before they walked along a sidewalk. Locus looked around the area and saw several buildings, before they seemed to end and wall was there.
He looked and saw at the end of the sidewalk, was a wall of red bricks. Felix didn't seem to actually notice it, or didn't seem to care about the change in scenery. Locus stopped when Felix did.
Felix stopped and looked at a metal-barred gate, before he leaned his head back and sighed loudly. "Okay, you're going to need some ground rules when dealing with him, Locus..." Felix said seriously, as he looked at his partner. "Let me do the talking. Do not accept anything, and I mean anything from him. If he asks for something, do not give him anything. Take what he says at face value, he's a complete douche sometimes. And do not, and I repeat. Do Not touch his dogs...they'll kill you…" He said seriously.
Locus looked at Felix weirdly. "...Who is this guy supposed to be?" He asked unsure.
Felix straightened his shoulders and pushed a button on the side of the gate. "...He's my uncle." He informed.
The metal bars opened up, before two men stood at the entrance. They wore pure black suits and had their arms crossed.
"…Who the hell are you?" One of the suited men questioned with narrowed eyes.
"You don't have an appointment, get out. Or we will kill you." the other man said darkly.
"Please, like you two pussies could kill me…" Felix said sarcastically, as he looked at the two. "...Have you two morons killed any babies lately, or kicked any puppies?" He asked mockingly.
The two men looked at the armored merc with narrowed eyes, before one of the man's eyes went wide and looked surprised. "…Mr. Arc?" He asked unsure.
"Yeah, it's the armor." Felix said uncaringly, as he walked in-between the two. "I know, my handsome face shouldn't be hidden, but the helmet is fucking bad-ass." He admitted with a shrug, as he wrapped his arms around the two mens' shoulders in a very friendly manner.
"Mr. Arc, I heard you went missing. It's been almost four months." One of the suited men admitted.
"Yeah, yeah, Viggo. I've been on a...vacation. I wanna see my uncle, are you going to let me through? Or do I have to knock both of you out and feed you to Growly?" Felix asked in a happy tone, as he tightened his grip around the two.
"W-we'll let you through..." Viggo said quickly.
"Smart man." Felix said mockingly, as he ruffed the man's hair.
Felix let go of the two and walked ahead of them and towards a large, fancy looking house, more like mansion. The two men turned and looked towards Locus. "What about him?" Viggo questioned.
"Silent and misanthropic is with me." Felix said uncaringly, as he walked towards the mansion. Locus looked at the two suited men and walked passed them, as he held his SAW. "Later Viggo and Rosco." The armored Merc said mockingly, as he sent a wave back towards them.
Viggo looked at the other suited man. "Remember when Jaune was a cute kid?" He asked with a sigh.
Rosco looked at Viggo. "...Don't be such a pussy." He said, before he went back to watching the gates.
Felix stood at the entrance of the mansion and smirked behind his helmet, before he opened the door and walked in. "Shouldn't you...knock?" Locus questioned unsure.
"Eh, I'm always welcome." Felix said uncaringly and shrugged, as he entered the large home. Locus didn't seem to sure and readied his SAW and stepped in cautiously.
Locus followed Felix through the mansion. Felix walked through the place like he knew the place like it was his home. The two turned a corridor, before Locus stopped when he heard the sound of deep, beast-like growl.
Locus turned and saw a few feet in front of him was a voracious and tenacious looking creature. It looked like a ferocious black dog, with pitch black fur and red eyes. Its head seemed to be make out of bone, with skull-like features. It seemed to have protrusions made out of bone along its legs, and had very predominate long and sharp claws.
The black dog-like creature growled darkly and arched its back a bit, while baring its teeth at the armored man. Locus frowned behind his helmet and leveled his machine gun at the creature, causing the dog-like creature to growl loudly and snapped its maw.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Felix asked loudly, as he looked at Locus. "That's Growley." He said, as he stepped towards the black dog-like creature. "Get the hell out of here, you stupid Grimm." He said, as he swiped his hand out towards the creature.
The dog-Grimm crouched down and growled at Felix. "Don't give me that shit, you bitch. Get the fuck out of here." Felix replied in his usual cocky attitude. "Git." He added, as he walked passed the Grimm. The Grim dog lowered its head and whimpered a bit, before it snapped its teeth at Locus who was walking past it.
"...What was that?" Locus asked unsure.
"That's a domesticated Grimm...Well, it's not really domesticated. My uncle is fucking nuts and raised that thing and uses it to threaten people who are trying to weasel out of deals." Felix informed. Locus looked forward, but was confused at the 'deal' comment.
The sound of unique music filled the hallways, as the two trekked forward. Felix stopped at a door and opened it up, causing the music to cut out.
"What the bloody hell are you two wankers doing in my office!?" A male voice demanded furiously.
Sitting in an extravagant chair was a man. He wore a really expensive black suit, suit pants, black dress shoes and a tie. He had short dark brown hair and hazel eyes, with a slight beard-mustache combo.
Felix ignored the man's outburst and walked into the room, while he looked around. "If you don't leave this place, I'll hang you by your bloody entrails." He threatened.
"Geez, Uncle Crowley. I thought you'd remember your favorite Godson, you dick." Felix said in a mocking tone.
"Godson?" Crowley said unsure, as he looked at the armored merc. "The bloody hell are you on about? My Godson went a one-way trip to no where. No one knows where the prepubescent wankers gone." He stated.
"Well then..." Felix began, as he reached up to his helmet and grabbed onto it. "…Boy is my face red." He said sarcastically, as he lifted his helmet off, creating a pressurized hissing sound. The face of a young man in his late teens or early twenties. He had pale white skin and moppy, disheveled blond hair.
He opened his eyes, revealing his once dark blue eyes were a deep, almost luminescent crimson red. His irises were heavily affected by the Spartan-VI augmentation most of all of the soldiers went through. Some people's eyes turned from green to blue, brown to yellow, and his was dark blue to red.
"Uncle, we need to talk." Felix said seriously, as his unique eyes looked at Crowley.
FYI the Crowley here is very similar to the Crowley from Supernatural...because He's awesome, and I can see someone like Jaune being turned into someone like Felix, by someone like Crowley...I'm sure someone out-there understood those words.