Three days had passed like a lightning bolt and now Tom was sitting in a pelican, flying straight towards the so called Beacon tower. It had been agreed with the Atlas that they would meet there on the schools opening day, if you could call an establishment that trains children to kill monsters.

The pelicans glided effortlessly towards the landing zone. Tom stood up and walked to the pelican rear doors and signalled for the marines to do the same. The Atlas military had already told the public the 'aliens' were human, but there was still expected to cause a huge ruckus.

The pelican slowly descended over the landing pad. Tom held his breath, he was scared of the media, usually he could calm himself down with the presence of his team, but they were in separate pelicans. He could hear the reporter from behind the steel doors telling the camera men to get ready, he could almost smell it. The doors opened. There was a chorus of bewildered cries from the crowd. He looked over to the pelican in the middle of the landing zone where Chris and Mythius was to find the General of the Atlas military and the leaders of the four kingdoms talking to the captain. The captain nodded and followed the leaders. Chris said something to Mythius and walked after the captain.

Mythius nodded and turned before shouting "Marines secure the perimeter, Spartans support the marines!"

"Sir, yes, sir!" the marines shouted in unison.

Mythius spoke into his commlink to the Spartans. "Red, I'm cloaking. You have command of the marines and the rest of the team until I say otherwise. Understood?"

Tom smirked under his helmet and pulled out his two sub machine guns.

"Sir, yes, sir."

Most of the morning went well after that, until the schools pupils began to show up.

There was a commotion over at the west side of the perimeter. The pupils were trying and failing at intimidating the marines.

Tom walked over to the ruckus to find a group of first years teaming up on a marine.

The pupils were insulting the marine, whose squad stood by him.

Eventually after the pupils got tired of yelling obscenities at the marine and one of them made a fatal mistake.

The pupil, who Tom identified as a faunus female, with black hair and wolf like features punched the marine in the face, the marines head didn't even turn from the force of the punch. Instead when the girl raised her fist to punch him again he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him, where he kicked her in the stomach. While she was reeling from the kick the marine tripped her onto the floor with a sweep of his leg before beating her so hard that her aura shattered and she was left with a multitude of bruises and other sores.

Her friends quickly picked her up before trying to get as far away as possible from the marine, without noticing the Spartan who had snuck behind them.

Tom tapped on one of the team members back who was trying to carry there injured associate. The boy turned and Tom watched his eyes dilate to pinpricks and his trousers turn wet from urine.

"Uh guys." The student said his voice trembling.

The other students turned around hearing the fear in his voice.

Tom grinned and said "I'll give you ten seconds to get out of my sight and never speak to this marine again, ok?"

The students just stood, frozen with fear, unable to move.

Tom started to count. "Ten..."

The students jumped out of their skins, grabbed the girls and ran as fast as they could. Tom looked at the marines.

"You all right?" Tom asked the marine.

"Yeah I'm fine sir, thanks." The marine said gratefully.

"What about you guys?" Tom asked the marines squad.

"We're alright sir, if you didn't show up we would have tore those punks a new one. Unless you wanted to do it Jenkins." The sergeant joked to the marine in the fight.

"Good. Great job out there marine." Tom said to the soldier.

"Thank you sir." the marine responded, gaining a little self-respect from the whole experience.

One hour later-

The pupils had stopped arriving now and seemed to be disappearing for.., whatever these types of schools do to welcome their new members.

The reporters were still there but some had left for whatever reason.

However Tom noticed that as people left more came in, wearing large cloaks and staying in groups of at least twenty.

'Strange.' He thought suspiciously.

"Hey Junior, you seeing those guys in the cloaks?" Tom said into his commlink.

"I see them red, keep an eye on them." Mythius answered.

"Understood." Tom replied.

For the next few minutes nothing happened, but then Tom noticed one of the larger groups of cloaked people were approaching him.

When the leader of the group was standing right in front of him, about 6 feet, he stopped.

"You, human." The man spoke with a voice that shouted ego and blind racism.

"Yes?" Tom replied

The man threw off this cloak to reveal a faunus with horns, wearing a Whitefang uniform with a sword on his belt.

"Is it true that human filth like yourself inhabit in the depths of space." The man continued.

"Yes." Tom replied once more in a monotone voice.

"Then I will set an example of what will happen to the rest of your pathetic space dwelling, sorry excuse of a race." The man snarled.

Without another word the man whipped out his sword and all the other Whitefang members revealed their weapons.

Just as they did all the marines in the area raised their rifles.

"Take the lackeys, this one's mine." Tom ordered the marines.

Tom started to pull out his machete but the Whitefang lieutenant threw him a folded sword.

Tom caught it and the sword unfolded to reveal shining sharp steel, Tom observed the sword in awe.

The Whitefang lieutenant laughed and charged.

The Whitefang soldiers opened fire, the marines fired back in retaliation.

But the marines had the advantage. Their assault rifle shots easily penetrated the enemy's aura and weak armour and into their flesh.

But as the marines weapons easily dispatched the Whitefang soldiers, the enemys weapons bounced off the marines armour, not even leaving a scratch.

Tom reacted quickly to the lieutenant running at him and readied the sword and blocked the hit, sending the lieutenant flying back, who landed in a crouched position and ran at Tom again.

This time however Tom just dropped the sword and stood still.

The lieutenant, thinking he would be getting an easy kill increased his speed.

However, when he was only inches from Tom, Tom side-steeped with impossible agility, surpassing that of even a master huntsman or huntress…and tripped him up.

The Whitefang lieutenant was sent straight into the hard concrete.

He quickly tried to get up, but Tom was already behind him, hitting him hard into the ground with the softest punch he could muster that would injure the man, shattering his aura…and ribs.

The man grasped his ribs and screamed in pain, before realising the enormity of what the armoured human had done.

"Y-you broke my aura. W-with one punch." The man gasped out, aura also reduced the sensation of pain, so naturally they would have a much lower tolerance to it.

"Yeah, I did." Tom replied matter of factly.

"H-how?" The man stammered.

"I'll leave that for you to figure out" Tom said as he watched atlas soldier approach them.

The atlas personel cuffed the lieutenant, the only survivor of the firefight and told Tom that the incident would be reported to the general and how this was something the Whitefang did a lot, before thanking the marines and disposing of the bodies.

Tom looked over at the marines, the medics were checking their squad's mates, with no apparent injuries.

Tom spoke into the commlink.

"Hey, you guys see that?"

"The whole thing." Mythius replied.

"Yep" The twins replied in unison.

"See what?" Mike asked.

Tom sighed.

"I'll tell you at the base."

Tom had another look around.

The students had started to come out of where ever they had been and were noticing the dead bodies of the Whitefang members, many asking the Atlas soldiers what had happened.

Then the captain, Chris, a few marines and the world leaders accompanied by their guards came out of the giant clock tower.

Then he heard Chris speak into the commlink.

"Alright, time to go guys. We have go a lot to talk about, and I mean a lot."

The Spartans and marine quickly got back into their pelicans, who the pupils were staring at.

Tom didn't see any of the send-off from the world leaders but it didn't take long as soon they were off again, on the way back to base.

'Once more onto the breach.' Tom thought.

Authors note - Sorry for the long waiting time. That's all I have to say.