"Academy Mayhem"
Day Two of Mission
Atlas, Vytal
The inn room emitted silent tension to the outside world. Both boys were on opposite ends of the room, each doing their own task. Greg was putting together a new system for his helmet that would help him out greatly. The AOV had received the idea for Logan Somers when he told them about how a video game company called UbiSoft nearly sued the Ghosts for stealing one of their video game names. Meanwhile Johan was sitting on one of the two single person beds (Greg had asked for a room change in order to accompany for his new travel companion), cleaning his Maniac armour and sharpening his bladed weapons. After a few moments of silence, Johan decided to be the first to shatter it.
"So what are you planning to do now since I have to go along with you?" The AMC Academy student asked nonchalantly, examining his Bowie knife for any dull spots. To him, Greg's mission seemed to be more of a nuisance than of importance. In fact, he could care less about what was at stake in the young Ghost's journey.
"Well I'm planning to go talk to some more people inside the AMC Academy to see if they have seen any possible signs of the man I'm looking for." Greg replied, satisfied when he found out that the new helmet system worked perfectly. However his answer caused Johan to look at him as if he had grown a second head.
"Uh, I wouldn't do that if I were you. In fact, I would suggest leaving as soon as possible." Johan stated uneasily, causing Greg to look at him questionably.
"Why? What's going on that I should leave Atlas now?"
"Well, the academy goes all over the town to recruit kids into their program. It doesn't matter if you live elsewhere or not. If they say you're recruited, then you're their bitch. They limit the age of recruiting to between the age of five and seventeen. So you would get nabbed into their academy without a say-so." Johan answered, looking uncomfortable about the topic. Greg, however, didn't show his emotions and simply got up to equip his pistol and AR/Sniper Rifle combo weapon.
"Well, thanks for the warning. However they'll have a hard time trying to impress me into their academy. I already belong to Beacon so tough luck for them. Besides I know a couple of people at Beacon who went to the academy here." Greg replied as he walked out of the room, placing the ballcap on his head.
*Johan has stayed behind at the Inn Room.*
*Skit #4: AMC Academy*
Greg: (Looking upset) Man this academy is seriously questionable. Recruiting kids against their will. Sounds almost like Catholic school all over again. (Looks calm) Still I guess the best place to ask around would be there.
*End of Skit #4*
Closing the Inn door behind him, Greg walked down the street towards the academy. As he did, he noticed many of the younger city guards and civilians starting to retreat inside the many buildings around the area. He then spotted waves of students starting to spread out across the city, most likely searching for people to recruit. He spotted four such students heading towards him with a teacher in tow.
"Hey, you!" One of the students shouted at Greg, who decided to play stupid to see what would happen.
"Me?" Greg questioned, acting confused by pointing at himself.
"Yes, you! You get the honor to join the Atlas Military Corps Academy today right now!" The student replied as he tried to grab Greg's hand. However the young Ghost smacked the boy's hand away and looked up at him.
"Wait a minute. Why would I want to join your academy?" Greg asked, slightly glaring at the group in front of him. The boy who had his hand smacked glared back at the Hispanic.
"You don't get to choose whether to join or not! You do what you're asked to do or else you'll get punished!" The student tried again to grab Greg, but this time, the sniper shoved him away.
"I can damn well choose what I can or can't do! I belong to Beacon Academy so you can either leave me alone or answer a few questions I have for you." Greg retorted, not giving into the students' demands. He took notice of the rank on all four of the students' uniforms which made them either Privates or Private First Classes. Deciding to mess with these academy students, Greg decided to pull rank on them. "No. Better yet, I order you to answer my questions and then to stop your attempts to recruit me, Privates. Besides you can't order a Lance Corporal around if you rank is lower than theirs."
The mention of his rank caused the students' jaws to hit the floor in shock while making the teacher a bit angry.
"Wait a minute! You don't go to our academy! How can you be a Lance Corporal and know the ranks if you've never been here!?" the teacher demanded, trying to dig under Greg's story from under his feet. However he only hit stone when Greg replied his response.
"I never needed to go here. Lance Corporal Greg Anderson of the United States Marine Corps First Marine Expeditionary Force. That means I have more experience than you jokers in both discipline and combat." Greg sneered back at the teacher, satisfied when he say the teacher's jaw hit the ground too in shock. However the teacher regained himself and glared at the Ghost who made him look like a fool.
"I knew it! You and your father are definitely ali-" The teacher is cut off when Greg runs up to him and grabs him by the collar. This statement gave Greg solid evidence that his father was here once.
"You've met my father!? What was his name and rank!? Answer me, dammit!" Greg interrogated while shaking the teacher violently. The middle age instructor was slightly nervous by the teen's reaction and not wanting a repeat of the Deuce the Nailer incident, came up with a solution that both sides would agree with.
"Look, I'll tell you what happened if you meet me inside my office at 2 PM. I'll inform the students that you are to go freely and to make sure that no one here tries to recruit you. Heck, Alvarez knows you so he will accompany you for the day. Now can you please put me down?" The teacher requested, which Greg complied to. Alvarez waved to the Hispanic he met yesterday and travelled with him around the city.
*Alvarez has temporarily joined your group.*
*Skit #5: AMC Academy Tour*
Greg: (Looking around the place) So this is it?
Alvarez: Yeah, its kinda bland, but when you've lived and train here for most of your childhood, you get used to it. However we are allowed to decorate our own dorms as we please.
Greg: So what do they teach you guys here?
Alvarez: Well, they teach us discipline, combat skills, military history, tactics, and politics.
Greg: (Raising an eyebrow) Combat training? For against the Grimm and the White Fang?
Alvarez: Mainly we train to combat the Grimm. The academy has been perfecting that area greatly to avoid another disaster like Operation Grimm House.
Greg: (Struggling not laugh) Operation Grimm House?
Alvarez: (Looking at Greg curiously) Yes. Is there something wrong?
Greg: (Quickly acting calm) Oh nothing.
*End of Skit #5*
Command Sergeant Major Glenn Lee's Office
Atlas Military Corps Academy
The CSM sat behind his desk with Greg sitting in one of the chairs in front of it. Earlier, Alvarez escorted Greg on a tour of the academy before finally taking him to the teacher's office. Turns out the teacher here was also the academy's Command Sergeant Majors. The CSM allowed Alvarez to go back to his buddies at the academy so the conversation was only known between the CSM and Greg.
*Alvarez has permanently left your group.*
"Okay, you want know more about your father right? Well listen to my story first before you do anything irrational. About a week ago, there was a massive explosion about thirty miles northwest of the city. We sent an entire division out to investigate what had happened. The only thing discovered was a deep crater the size of the entire academy." Greg sheepishly smiled at this part, confirming the CSM's suspicion about the culprit. He was the one that caused the massive explosion that was once of Federation-controlled POW complex. Nonetheless, the CSM continued his story.
"Anyway two days later, a white, brown hair, gray-blue eyed man wearing a woodland-camouflaged uniform enters the city and walks right into the academy unopposed. Well, turns out his name was Deuce Anderson and that he was the sole survivor of the explosion. He and the headmaster talked for hours in my boss's office. I wasn't sure what exactly they were talking about, but whatever Deuce said made the headmaster more...um, discreet you can say. The next day, he barged right into my office and demanded that one of our special units be sent to an undisclosed location for classified reasons. I told him that I couldn't do that unless the headmaster agrees with it. He didn't like that so he grabbed me by my neck and threatened to torture me to death unless I authorize the request. Well the headmaster walks in and tells me to do what Deuce says. So after that incident, the guy leaves with the requested unit and was last seen heading southwest, towards a town in the mountains called Rhea." The CSM finished, being silent in order to allow Greg to process the amount of given information. Finally Greg opened his mouth to ask his questions.
"So how did you know I was Deuce's son first of all?" Greg asked, unsure how to the CSM figured out the relationship between the two different relatives. The man smirked at this question as he pulled a photo out of his desk drawer.
"Well during his near strangulation of me, this photo had fallen out of his pocket. He had forgotten about it so I figured I could use it to figure out who he really is. I thought that it might be a picture of his son or nephew so I decided to keep it in case someone comes looking for him." CSM Lee answered, handing the photo to Greg. The picture was one of him sitting next to Velvet on one of the benches in Beacon Academy's courtyard. This was probably taken when Deuce was stalking around the academy right before the kidnapping events.
"You don't mind if I keep this do you?" Greg inquired to which the man shook his head.
"No, not at all. If it helps you find him, then keep it. Besides if he does come looking for it, I can easily say that I never found a photo like that in my office since he was last here." Lee replied, watching Greg slip the photo into his pocket. Greg then looked back up at the CSM to ask another question.
"Okay then. What special unit did he ask for in the first place?" This question made Lee pale and hesitant before he answered.
"The unit he asked and got was the Maniac Juggernaut unit. The only unit left of its kind. Well only if you don't count Johan Verruckt." The name of his new travel companion made Greg more interested in the special unit.
"Wait. What do you mean the only one left of its-" Greg is cut off abruptly by the CSM.
"Ask Johan about it. I'm not allowed to disclose any further information to you. I don't want the headmaster to know that I gave away information about Deuce to any possible pursuers." Lee stated nervously, looking around his office as if the headmaster could pop out of nowhere to silence him. Greg got the message that his investigation here was done for now. Getting up out of his seat, he shook the CSM's hand before leaving the office behind, closing the door on his way out. However it seemed trouble was waiting for him in the hallway as a dozen academy students surrounded him on all sides. One student stepped up to Greg, sneering at the young Marine.
"So you're the guy who thinks he's special and tougher than all of us right?" The nineteen year old snided, trying to make the Marine feel weak and outnumbered. However, Greg was not bothered by the student. Instead he actually smirked at the statement.
"Well the special thing isn't true, but the tougher than all of you guys thing is pretty much one hundred percent accurate. So maybe you should back off before you end up looking like a jackass." Greg replied confidently, erupting a lot of oh's from the crowd as well as angering the student in front of him.
"You looking for a death sentence, shrimp!? I will beat you into next week, twig!" The student shouted, cracking his knuckles for show. Greg simply sighed out loud before replying to his opponent.
"Do you really want to fight me?" Greg asked, having no particular desire to get into any legal trouble here in Atlas. Sadly, his opponent didn't care what the Marine said and swung at him. Reacting with lightening speed, Greg sidestepped to left the fist go past him before grabbing his opponent's arm and slamming his elbow down on it. The student yelled in pain as his bone broke, creating a sickening sound. He is then quickly silenced when Greg punches him in the face.
"Holy shit!" One of the students shouted as Greg's opponent crumbled to the floor. While the other students gapped at the scene, Greg stepped over his defeated opponent and began walking down the hall. However this angered a lot of students, mainly due to the fact that he just bloodied one of their friends.
"Oh no! You're not getting away that easily! Get that fucker!" Another student shouted, causing all of the students to go after Greg. Greg, motivated by the crowd of students wanting his beat down, used his powers to make a fast escape out of the building. Crashing through the doors, Greg hauled ass out of the courtyard and onto the main street. As Greg reached closer to the Inn, Johan came running out in his armour (with the helmet off though) and tossed Greg's backpack to him.
"Come on, man! We are leaving!" Johan shouted as he and Greg zoomed past the Inn entrance where Abigail waved to them.
"How did you know that trouble had happened to me!?" Greg shouted back, slinging his backpack onto his back.
"Tell you later! First focus on escape here!" The reply was.
*Johan has rejoined the group.*
*The group has left Atlas.*
I forgot to mention that Team RADR belongs to The Assassin's Mentor and Johan "Smiley" Verruckt belongs to ThatInternetGuy. Also I don't own anything that belongs to Monty of RoosterTeeth except for my OCs.