H: So let me get this straight, we are actually just story characters, and we're able to communicate with the people reading this story in this area, but when we leave, we won't remember any of this until we come back.
K: Yep, except I remember all the time! Why do you think I'm so mad!
H: This is gonna take a while to get used to get used to.
K: Don't worry, we have 5 years our time to get used to it.
A: Anyway, introducing the last baron, or should I say baroness, into the story. This isn't the end of this story though, the eight have to leave their mark on Atlas before they time-skip. So without further ado, here is Yavik's introduction.
Bungie owns D2 and Rooster Teeth owns RWBY ENJOY!
Uldren stood atop a mountain. He could see the giant tower of Beacon Academy in the distance. A great lightning storm was brewing above him, but he cared not for it.
Fikrul was just showing off.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck behind Uldren, and in its place was the ex-heir, wielding Fanatica.
"Father, I have need of your knowledge."
Uldren turned to address his son. When amber met the cold metal of Fikrul's helm, the boy removed it, showing his sapphire eyes to the world, and revealing his identity to everyone around them, which was no one, just the small Nevermores that accompanied their master.
"What do you need help with, Fanatic?" Uldren smirked at the end of is question. He found his son's alias to be quite funny when said out loud.
Brushing off the statement, Fikrul replied. "While I was away recruiting, my two eldest siblings were attacked by a criminal organization, costing one of their voices. We have learned that their leader is named the Spider, but are otherwise clueless as to who he is. Do have any information that could be of use?"
Uldren nodded his head in understanding; the Spider would be after Fikrul with his knowledge. "The Spider is an elusive criminal mastermind who runs the slums from the shadows. The military tried to stomp him out prior, but he has connections with very influential people. His semblance allows him to make contracts with individuals, which cannot be broken by anything less than death. At heart though, he is a business man, and every move he makes is calculated to benefit himself as much as possible."
"Why would he attack us then?"
"One of two things, or both, I do not know. The first is that he sees you and your siblings as a threat to his rule. Perhaps your mixed specialties would be enough to scare him off his thrown."
"And the second?"
"… Or he knows that you are the son of Craask, and that you are his nephew."
Fikrul looked up startled. Nephew? Would that make him his father's brother? Fikrul didn't question his father, only gesturing for him to continue.
"The Spider has many sources of information. Additionally, he is extremely intelligent. If anyone where to discover your identity, he would be first."
"Does this put my siblings at risk?"
"If he knows that you are his nephew, it will take even less time to discover your relationship to the others. If his intention is to have you eliminated, then I see no reason why they would be spared."
Fikrul donned his helm once again, preparing to leave. "Father, if you are a prince, no, a king, what does that make us?"
Uldren, looking out towards Beacon once again, said "my barons," and then lightning struck behind him. Uldren turned his attention to a spy he had noticed a while ago, hiding among his servants. A raven, which began its flight once Fikrul had left.
In the skies of Atlas, a high-speed chase ensues. A custom, black bullhead, labelled Drake, is fleeing from two military bullheads, both having commenced firing their weapons. Inside the cargo bay of the runaways, three men, surrounded with crates of stolen Atlas tech and weapons, were yelling at each other. Or, two of them were and the third was watching.
"I can't believe you said your catchphrase so that the entire base heard Tucker!" one with a cobalt ski mask and jumpsuit shouted.
"Me, you're the one who missed one person with all of your sniper ammo Church!" a dark skinned man who was similarly dressed in turquoise? Aqua? Teal?
"Are we getting drive-thru on the way home?" an extremely tall and muscular man barely fitting his blue uniform asked innocently.
"No Caboose!" the two said together.
"Will you three shut up back there? I need to focus up here!"
The three thieves looked to the cockpit where a ten-year-old faunus girl was piloting the bullhead. She had tanned skin from her hours of labour in the sun. She had four sapphire eyes, and the beginning of what would be an impressive mohawk, dyed a dark blue. She wore a sleeveless black biker's jacket over a black undershirt, accompanied by a pair of jeans and black high-heeled biker boots. She was chewing on a piece of gum as she manoeuvred the vehicle. This was the infamous Rider, Yaviks.
Church made his way to the cockpit and sat in the co-pilot's seat. "Can you lose them?" Church asked as they were hit by another stream of bullets.
"You just focus on holding your lunch in!" As Yaviks said that, she pressed a number of buttons and pressed her palm to the dash. Suddenly, the Drake was moving almost twice as fast as its pursuers. She began to circle to floating upper-city, waiting for an opportunity. At last, one of the fighters broke ranks and raced forwards, attempting to catch up to her.
Their mistake.
While most people in Remnant had a single weapon that had a ranged and melee form, Yaviks had many vehicles with multiple forms. Yaviks pressed a single button, and the bullhead began to transform, shifting into another form. Church's seat went into the hull and he fell on his ass, cursing as he went tumbling into Tucker.
At the end of the transformation, Yaviks was now piloting a tank that was slowly descending. The ambitious Atlesian went soaring past however, and Yaviks used the massive cannon to blow it into oblivion. The momentum from the cannon sent the Drake spinning out of control and past the second bullhead. Yaviks shifted Drake back into its bullhead form, regaining control of her spin, and locking onto the second pursuer. She fired her missiles that locked onto her target, and she pulled away, heading for the lower city. She didn't need to watch to know what would happen.
Yaviks finally landed at her personal makeshift hanger, and went into the cargo bay of Drake. It was obvious that the three were happy to be on land again. She opened the cargo door and the thieves began unloading their loot into a truck. When they were finished, Church approached Yaviks, giving her the job's pay. "Fifty-thousand lien for your troubles, no tip, no bonus." Yaviks took the cards, pocketing them. She then shooed the self-proclaimed 'Blue Team' exited the hanger with their plunder.
When the coast was clear, Yaviks pulled the cover off her prized possession: an extremely modified and customized motorcycle, dubbed Freedom by its rider. Said bike was, like the Drake, also a weapon. It had dust blasters and missiles on the front, accompanied by a large device that sprayed fire at anything in its path. The bike could shift so that the wheels tucked in, and instead utilised gravity dust devices to hover above the ground, and a fire dust device to leave fire in her tracks.
The Rider got on her prize vehicle, using the scroll system integrated into the dash to open the hanger. She sped out of the place she called home, enjoying the wind on her face. This is why she named her bike Freedom, because that was what it was like to ride it, she was free.
And in more ways than one.
Until very, very recently, Yaviks and her mother were slaves to criminals, who used Yaviks' skills and semblance to make heists a cake walk, and they threatened the life of her mother if she even hesitated. There were other slaves as well, of which Yaviks had quickly befriended. Over the years, they had devised a plan to escape, and built bikes for each of them. A few weeks ago, they finally did it, and while the rest scattered, finally free of their chains, Yaviks enjoyed the wind on her face, just like now, for hours. After she got over the bliss, she had returned for her mother.
What she found was ruin.
The entire hideout was in flames, corpses littering the entrance, massacred beyond recognition. Stories told by Yaviks' mother returned. 'Be a good girl, or the Hangman will get you. What had seemed like a Boogeyman now seemed very real, as within the flames was the hulking silhouette of a man, which turned to her, slowly approaching. She had ran, and never looked back.
Now, she was convinced that the Hangman was hunting her, so she had to lay low. She had already moved her base four times, always because of some loud-mouthed customer who broke her contract. Luckily the amount of lien she charged was enough to afford the costs of the abandoned structures, plus food.
Yaviks had been deep in thought on the empty streets, recalling her few weeks of freedom, so it came as a surprise when someone fell into the street before her, and was subsequently hit by the high-speed vehicle. Yaviks, panicked, slammed her brakes, the woman going further than the bike which skidded to a halt.
Yaviks immediately got off and rushed to the woman's side, who was injured not by the collision, but by several wounds from blades and bullets. The woman had a very attractive face, pale skin, flowing red hair, plump red lips, gorgeous brown eyes… Yaviks was getting distracted. She was wearing appropriate clothing for the Atlesian winter: fur coated snow boots and a thick fur coat that covered everything except her head.
The woman looked towards Yaviks, breathe very faint, acknowledging another person was there. Yaviks asked the million-dollar question of the night. "What happened?"
The woman, tried to speak, coughing up some blood, though she managed to get a message out. "You… are t-the *cough* new w-winter maiden." She then leaned upwards, grabbing Yaviks' collar, who tried to squirm away, "Run." The woman gave her last breathe, before she finally fell back, dead.
Yaviks, even though she had seen criminals in action first-hand, was still a pre-teen, a child. So the random death of this woman in front of her, as well as the cryptic last words, scared her. She had no time to ponder on this though, as she heard the sirens of the police force coming in her direction. Not wanting to get caught and leave herself exposed for the Hangman, she quickly got back on her bike and sped away at speeds that trains would be envious of.
When the police arrived, the lights of their sirens illuminated a figure above them. He was a tall male, though he could barely be called that. He was a machine, with the soul of a man. Everything below his neck was simply mechanics that allowed him movement, etc., covered with heavy-duty armour plating. His head, while still robotic, had a face that showed emotion just like a normal man. It was orange, with multiple orange optics, giving him the look of a spider. His only clothing was an orange cloak with a fur lined hood, and strange yellow markings on it.
This was Taniks, the Scarred, Bane of the Silver-Eyed, Hunter of Maidens, and mercenary to the highest bidder.
And now he had a new target.
Yaviks got back to her home as quickly as possible. Ever since that woman had died, she had felt different, strange, as if some energy had filled her. The Rider was going to take the woman's advice of fleeing and began packing everything away. She had loaded her little possessions into Drake, and was in the process of loading and strapping Freedom in, when a robotic voice resonated throughout the hanger.
"I'll admit, this is a good hiding place, wouldn't have found you if you didn't lead me right here." Yaviks panicked, turning around quickly trying to find where the intruder was, when he dropped down in front of her, his robotic form startling her. "Only question is what you're hiding from."
"W-who are you? Why are you here?" Yaviks stuttered out her question, backing into the cargo bay of the bullhead.
The machine began slowly walking towards her, like an animal stalking its prey. "My name is Taniks, and you have something my employer wants."
Yaviks had been backed into the far wall of the hull, and the mercenary was still approaching her. "What is it? Money? Service? Vehicles?"
Taniks had finally reached the girl, and he drew a sword from his back, beneath his cloak. "Unfortunately for you, it's your soul." He lifted the blade up, about to bring down on the girl. In a panic, Yaviks screamed out in fear, raising her hands in defence. This triggered something in the Rider, and a sudden burst of snow and hail blasted the assailant back.
Yaviks stared at her arms in awe. 'Did she do that? Was that what he wanted?' she thought. The attack didn't keep the mercenary down for long, as he almost immediately got up. "So, your powers have awoken?" The sword he held began shifting until it looked like a hand-held cannon. "That just makes it interesting."
Yaviks ran out of the bullhead as Taniks began firing repeatedly at her. She stopped in her tracks, cocky, and held out her arms to try to do what she did before, though nothing happened. Taniks used this opening to fire at her, the fiery blast decimating her weak aura and throwing her to the wall. She fell to the floor, slouched, and Taniks approached her. "Well, it wasn't much of a fight, but that's to be expected from an untrained kid. Nothing personal." He raised his blade, about to plunge it through her, when a fist punched straight through his chest. Taniks dropped the blade which landed next to the girl as she looked up. Another fist joined it, and the robot was ripped in half.
The hulking owner of the fists threw the pieces to opposite sides of the room. Yaviks looked up at her saviour, and she felt mixed feelings of dread and confusion. This was clearly the Hangman, the chains and lantern made that clear, so she should have been pissing herself. However, one detail prevented this. The Hangman's four sapphire eyes, just like her own.
The killer reached down and picked her up bridal style with all the care in the world, and carried her to the Drake, stopping only to crush Taniks' head with his foot. He entered the cockpit and place Yaviks in the pilot's seat, turning to the dash to input coordinates. When he was done, he turned to Yaviks, silently asking if she could fly them there.
She only sat up and grabbed the controls.
They had just arrived outside of a large warehouse, right on the edge of the Tangled Shore. The Hangman gestured for her to open the bay doors, and so she did. The lantern-bearer exited and approached the doors, where a four-armed faunus was leaning. Yaviks shut everything down, locking up her vehicle before jogging out to catch up. When they got to the doors, the new person, who was wearing a creepy bone helmet, addressed the Hangman. "Reksis."
'Reksis' nodded in reply, reaching for the doors. As he opened them, Yaviks felt a push in her mind as it was filled with information. So, when she saw five other spider-faunus, her siblings, she knew who each of them was, where they were, and what was happening. Reksis Vahn had rescued her, Hiraks had been waiting for them at the door and had given her this knowledge, on the couches inside, Pirrha, Kaniks and Araskes were conversing, and in an empty area, Elykris discussed things with Fikrul. They all turned when Yaviks entered, but only Fikrul stepped forward, addressing everybody there.
"Brothers and Sisters, the Scorned Barons are united at last!"
A: Now that the whole family's together, they can finally make a name for themselves.
F: Indeed, and I have a great idea how to enact it.
RV: …
K: Ooooh I can't wait for Chibi chapters to finally come!
A: Yeah, anyway, we hope you enjoyed. Come back next chapter to see how the Barons deal their revenge to the Spider.