Bloody revolution chapter 3
Don Republic, Southern Ukraine
Riding on a horse was the most uncomfortable thing Weiss had ever done. Smell aside, the person she was riding with took half the saddle, leaving her to the mercy of the horse vibrations. Not only that, but they rode fast. The wind blew into her face, ruining her hair.
'Thank Dust Yang isn't here to see me like this, I would probably never hear the end of jokes about her current predicament' she thought as she pushed the hair from her face in annoyance. With slight nostalgia she thought about how if a single breeze were to have messed with Yang's hair she would have probably waged war against the very wind. The mere thought of Yang flailing with her fists trying to curb the air's very flow with just her fists brought a slight smile of amusement upon her face.
One of the horsemen on her right then pointed at something while yelling in the same language she didn't recognize. The more she heard this language, the more it seemed very unlikely that it had any roots in Remnant's more common dialects.
Her vision turned to gaze at what the other horseman was pointing at, spotting a quaint and dreary looking village instead of the city, or at least a large town, that she was hoping for to see.
The horses slowed down to a slow trot as they crossed over a small bridge, overlooking the creek near the village. At the village entrance crowds of people wearing unfamiliar clothing gathered, the women having bandannas on their heads. All the eyes in the crowd turned to Weiss scrutinizing her appearance, as if they had never seen someone with the Schnee Family's appearance. Normally, the paparazzi would be flooding her, and she would use her glyphs to escape. This was not what seemed to be the case, it was something she hadn't felt before, the feeling that she was in a world that she did not belong to.
Beacon Academy, 5 hours after "The Incident"
Something was amiss. Jaune didn't know exactly know what that "something" was. He looked around the cafeteria, making observations on the overall layout.
"Let's see, its Thursday, so its Meatloaf day, nothing unusual there." He spoke quietly to himself.
He turned his head to Nora and Ren, who were behind Pyrrha in line. Nora was rambling on about blue lamps and their potential use as a weapon. Nothing unusual there.
"Jaune," Pyrrha tapped on his shoulder to get his attention, "Have you've seen any sign Team RWBY?" She asked him.
"No." he bluntly stated as his head turned towards a concerned Pyrrha.
"They usually get up the same time we do." She said expressing her concern.
"Oh, I'm sure there somewhere around the cafeteria." Jaune tried to reassure Pyrrha.
Her finger then pointed at one of the centre tables.
"They're the ones who get to our usual table first practically every morning."
"Huh, that is odd." agreed Jaune as he scratched his head.
They looked towards Nora and Ren.
"...and that's why a lamp is the perfect weapon against any type of Grimm out there!" stated Nora, her finger of her right arm pointing the ceiling. Ren sighed, as always did when Nora was being so absurd. "And exactly why does the lamp have to be blue, Nora?"
Before Nora could explain Jaune took the brief pause in Nora's long speech to interrupted them with.
"Have you guys seen RWBY this morning?" he questioned.
The two turned to a concerned Jaune and Pyrrha.
"No." they said in unison. Nora's loud voice contrasting with Ren's usual stoic attitude.
"It's not like them to not show up for breakfast..." Pyrrha commented, worry evident in her voice.
"Maybe they overslept?" speculated Ren.
"I doubt it," Pyrrha answered, "Ruby is far from strict, but she usually would have her team get up on time. Besides, today they're serving Double-Chocolate Chip Cookies, and we all know she wouldn't miss that if she could help it."
"Right Jaune?" Pyrrha said turning to Jaune for support.
"Uh, yeah... I guess you're right." Jaune couldn't find any reason to disagree, after-all, Cookies were like a life source for Ruby.
"HEY! YOUR GROUP'S HOLDING UP THE LINE!" shouted the cafeteria lady, startling the team from their conversation.
Ruby sipped the hot brown liquid she'd been given as she sat on a small log. Surrounding her were men in odd green uniforms, who for some reason looked as though they had seen a ghost. Ruby took another sip before asking them a question of utmost importance.
"Do you have any cookies?" she asked the nice man who was supposed to "guard" her.
Sgt. Smith raised his left eyebrow. 'Does she not realize where she is?' he thought. This was an extremely absurd situation, what was an American girl doing out here?
"Young lady, what on Earth were you doing walking about around here with no protection from this foul weather?"
"Earth?" she scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion at his choice of word.
"God's green Earth, yes" He replied as though it was the most obvious thing to know.
Ruby looked at him, as if Earth were a foreign concept.
"Last time I checked, this was Remnant." She stated as she cleaned her snow covered head.
'Remnant, what on Earth is this little girl on about?' Smith pondered.
"Never mind that, the point is how an American girl like you did; end up all the way in Russia?"
"American?" she questions, "I'm not from 'America', I'm from Vale."
In frustration, Smith twisted his moustache.
"This is going to be a long day." He muttered under his breath.
Meanwhile, in the Southern lands of the Ukraine, the council of the Don Cossack hosted a discussion about the "White girl" on a large circular table made of dark oak-wood illuminated by only a gas lamp set in the middle, the sparse lighting casting shadows upon the ones gathered there.
"I do not see why there is such a fuss about her; one young lady does not deserve the attention of an entire Rada." A bearded man on the chair at the far side of the table complained.
"Yes, we have the Bolsheviks and Anarchists to attend to!" Another Cossack, from the right of the previous speaker, agreed with the other's notion.
The middle aged Mustachioed Atman waved his Bulava in the air. "The girl is foreign born, she speaks English."
"Konstantin is right," a blonde man of a younger age sporting a goatee said, "what would an English girl be doing on these Steppes?"
"In Anarchist hands no less." A larger bearded Cossack remarked, he sat in the middle right side.
"Her clothes, how alien they look, she seems to be one of higher blood," retorted Atman Konstantin. "She is most likely from a rich family or perhaps Aristocracy."
"Perhaps she is Anastasia!" shouted one Cossack.
"Balderdash, the Bolsheviks killed the entire family and why would a member of Imperial Family speak only English!" Another Cossack quickly retorted his claim.
Atman Konstantin waved his Bulava again. "Simmer down now, we are civilised me not savages trying to tear each other's throats for simple speculation."
"Perhaps Father Korsakov has a theory?" The goateed man whispered to the Atman. "Hmm, Perhaps." the Atman replied as he rubbed his chin with his thumb.
"Father, what be your suggestion?" The Atman queried into the darkest corner.
Everyone turned their attention to long bearded priest in the far corner of the small room as he approached the light.
"From your description, as farfetched as it may sound, even if I am sure the Faithful would concur, it is possible that perhaps she was sent to us." The priest stated his belief with confidence after performing the sign of the cross over his rosary.
"Father, are you, suggesting that she may be an Angel?" Atman Konstantin asked. Even as a man of Orthodox faith, it was too good to be true for one as exposed to the cruelties of the world as him.
"Yes, for white is the colour of pureness and holiness, she could only have be sent to quell the world against Bolshevism!"
Every one of them did not know what to think. Was he mad like Rasputin or was he perhaps on to something? With the Great War and the revolution, it seemed Hell was emerging upon the Earth. In these times, it was not farfetched for some in the room to believe that Lenin was the Anti-Christ and that the girl is a sign that Christ shall return to Earth with God's army to do battle with Satan, as in Revelations.
One skeptical man spoke. "If she is an Angel, then why can she not speak all tongues of man?" The room from then on quickly descended into shouts of "Blasphemy" and "Madness." Again, Konstantin waved his Bulava, causing the room to gradually cease in noise.
"I am sure there is a God in heaven, but for now, I am your elected deity of this Rada". The Atman reprimanded with a stern voice, he had no tolerance for rowdiness. "In no disrespect to the father, whether she be angel or not I think it be best to perhaps cease the questions of how she got here, and focus on how we are getting her far from here. After all, simply by the clothes she is wearing it is quite clear that she isn't someone that is used to the life of the common man."
The seated men nodded their heads in agreement.
"As you all know, the nearest port is in Crimea, I propose that at the end of this month we will send her by train to Crimea, were perhaps they shall take her home."
For the moment, they were all were in agreement. For now, the poor girl needed help to adjust if she were to live here for a while.
Back in Vale.
Team JNPR stood in front of the door to team RWBY's dorm room.
"Alright, first we'll knock on the door an-" before Jaune could finish, Team JPR turned to see their pink haired teammate bashed the door with her mighty hammer, causing a large hole to be made in its middle.
"Here's Nora!" She exclaimed as she pushed her head through the hole, "Hey, there's no one here!"
Silently behind his other teammates Ren placed his hands over his face and sighed deeply. 'I took my eyes off of her just one second, now we'll probably be stuck with having to work all weekend in detention for the property damages.' He thought with clear exasperation.
Without hesitation, the group entered after Nora had finally bashed the door down only to be greeted by a quiet and empty room, as the energetic girl had told them. Ruby, Weiss, Blake or Yang were nowhere in sight,Just empty beds. Not even any of their weapons were visible.
A look of uncertainty crept unto Jaune's face. "Where could they be?" He stated what everyone else was thinking. "This just doesn't feel right."
"Maybe they are on some kind of mission?" Pyrrha speculated, "Perhaps Professor Ozpin knows?"
The duo did their best to remain calm. Their friends couldn't have just disappeared.
"They would have told us if they were on a mission, I hope nothing terrible has happened to them." Jaune worried.
Chita, Dauria region, Eastern Siberia
In an Opium den, a madman monologues on his poppy induced visions to a mysterious fortune teller.
"My family came from the noblest of Volksdeutsche blood, from the Heartlands of the Baltic's. They were a proud family of Crusaders and Privateers, who fought with great pride and honor, my family plaid a great role in expanding the frontier for Russia and its Czar, for they were proud warriors who covered themselves with the blood of their enemies in the name of God and Tsar. In many wars, they distinguished themselves. First they were Teutonic Knights who smote the Pagan Prussians and Lithuanians. In 1558, they fought for Livonia against the Russians, their future lords. They, along with their Comrades, fought well, but they were struck with tragedy, Livonia was partitioned by the Swedes, Danes, and Polish-Lithuania, which ended up dividing our great family. In the 17th century, they fought for both Polish and Swedish kings in their war for control of the Baltic's.
Then at the dawn of the 18th century, our once enemy in the Livonian war, became our liberator in the Great Northern War, in which Czar Peter the Great defeated the invading army of Charles XII. My family was reunited, and our loyalty was now to the Romanovs. Since then they have fought the Empires' enemies in the wars it ended up embroiled in. The Persians in 1722, 1796, 1804, and 1826, The Poles in 1733, 1772, and 1794,The Ottoman Turks in 1735, 1768, 1787, 1806, 1828- for the liberation of the Greeks, 1854- were they fought against the Turks Anglo-French allies in the Crimea, and 1877. Their former masters, the Swedish in 1743, 1790, and in 1808 were they helped conquer Finland. They fought the Prussian, the people whom their bloodline spawned from in the Seven Years War. They held against Napoleons invading army in the Great Patriotic War. My great grandfather combated the savage Caucasian people and helped bring orthodox civilization to them.
I, being proud of this long tradition, naturally joined the army in 1905 to fight the Asian nation of Japan, a culture and people I would soon come to admire, along with the Mongols and Buryats. After the campaign in Manchuria, a revolution erupted from the degenerative Jew controlled Peasants, a harbinger of things to come. The October Manifesto was a betrayal of the Czars divine right.
The Great War came to be on the 28th of July 1914. That was is when I found my true love for war. War, A truly misunderstood creature, It brings life from death,Ecstasy from pain. I led a Cossack division that took part in the East Prussian campaign and from 1915-1916, my division raided several German positions like a possessed Magpie. That is where I earned my Cross of St George. In 1917, I was transferred to the Caucasus Front, where we were fighting the Ottoman Turks. Then on February, there was another revolution, from Kerensky's "Right" Socialist Party. It was a total mess. I knew it was the beginning of the end for Russia. Although some good came from my fight at the Caucasus Front, it is where I met my long time friend, Grigori Semenyov.
In October, the accursed Judeo-Bolshevik forces overthrew our Czar, and Russia was now in peril. The Prophecy of the Protocols of Elder Zion had come true. I knew it was my destined to be the Saviour of the world. As society and traditional values collapsed, a war between the Judeo-Bolsheviks hordes, and the pure Buddhist-Christian people of the East, led by me, the new Khan of this new world which shall be reborn in a sea of blood, as I smite the enemies of Buddha and Christ shall be smote by my sword, their entrails used as fertiliser for this new world.
In my visions, I see the lights of the glorious and holy city of Shambala, the realm of the masters. There is where the Buddha sits on a thrown of skulls and awaits all his followers who have drawn blood for his bidding. There is the gate of all worlds, beyond Earth, Heaven, Hell, Limbo, and Nirvana.
There is a world in which god like men and women fight against dark forces, taking forms of animals and other beasts. That is only one of the many places for which the Masters of Shambala have spread their influence and knowledge. There is one world in which four races control one of the four elements, one world in which a giant demon fox with seven tails abodes, one world in which a great eye looks upon the middle realms on a volcano of doom, one world in which Sorcerers form guilds, and one world where man combats flesh-less Giants. These are only half of the infinite realms, and they shall be a part of my Celestial and Universal Khanate, and Shambala shall be my palace where is shall sit on a throne of blood, the blood of the Jews and Communists. So proclaims I, Nicholai Roman Ungern Von Sternberg."
The beautiful raven haired woman looked at him with her enchanting Amber eyes and smiled.
"Is that in my future?" The Mad Baron asked, his emotionless and almost sober blue eyes gaze into the fortune teller yellow pupils with wonder.
"Very, very accurate" chuckled the fortune teller in a sultry tone. She laid four cards on the table, each with a picture of four girls. The first card had a girl sporting a read cloak, "Little Red Riding Hood". The next card showed a fair young lady in a white and baby blue dress, "Snow White". The third had a raven haired girl, not unlike the fortune teller herself, with the ears of a black cat, "Beauty". The final one showed a girl with flowing blonde hair and burning red eyes, "Goldilocks".
"These girls are the key to your ambition, they are the daughters of the Masters," explained the Fortune Teller. " if you happen to find them, take them, for they hold god like abilities beyond the comprehension of mortal men."
The Baron looked carefully at the cards. "I shall keep it in mine mind, thank you for the information" the Baron stated with a curved grin as he rose from the table and walks into the shadows.
The raven haired woman stares amused at his departure even as the light present in the rooms seems to become smothered in a deep miasma of darkness until all is left are the sight of two smoldering amber eyes filled with supernatural power.