Chapter 10: Blood and Iron
General Ironwood stood aboard his flagship, looking out over the horizon. He was bound for Vale, where he would be assisting in handling security measures for the Vytal Festival along with his old friend Ozpin. Progress had been steady; he could see the shorelines of Forever Fall appearing in the glass in front of him. Ah Forever Fall, it had been a while since he had the opportunity to walk amongst the beauty of that forest. Maybe when this was all finished he could do so again.
He took a seat in a chair located in the center of the command deck, pulling up a partially transparent interface and checking over the systems of his ship personally. Everything green, as expected. A moment later however, the long range scanners shifted from green to orange. A warning? That usually meant something had been pinged on the long radar that wasn't supposed to be there. He pressed a button that connected him to the operations and radar deck. "Operations deck, report in. What's the meaning of this warning bell?"
A slightly garbled voice came back through; people could be heard moving around in the background. "We picked up a scan of a bullhead heading towards Vale. It wasn't on the list of ships that had been forwarded to us from Ozpin a few days prior, however it is flagged as Beacon's. We're being cautious right now; we don't want any surprises after losing contact with the bullhead heading to Beacon a few days prior."
"I see, keep a monitor on it if at all possible, but we will be maintaining our course. Anything else to report?" The general replied.
A moment passed, then the voice replied. "Short range scanners have picked up several heat signatures on the beach in front of us. Visual confirmation has affirmed that there is at least one body on the beach, but its body temperature is falling quickly, indicating that whoever it is might be dying fast…. Visuals have also confirmed that there is a host of bodies strewn about the beach not far from said figure. Command deck can give you a closer look if you wish."
"Understood, thank you. That is all. Ironwood out." He closed the communication relay, looking to a soldier who was standing by at a nearby console. "You there! Get me a clear visual on the beach, I want to see what all the fuss is about." He said commandingly.
The soldier gave a salute. "Sir!" And promptly faced the console, hitting several buttons in sequence. A moment later, Ironwood's console shifted from the ship status to a zoomed in view of the beachhead. It was immediately evident to him that there had been a fight here, and a bloody one. Dozens upon dozens of White Fang bodies littered the beach. It looked like a massacre. It seemed like several had been dragged slightly, before being hastily dropped as their attempted saviors retreated, no doubt because of the appearance of his ships on the horizon. After surveying the damage dealt to the Fang, he wandered the gaze of the periscope to where soldier from earlier had noted, seeing only the body of what appeared to be a man in his late teens or early twenties, he was bleeding profusely, his aura seemed to be drained from the looks of him. If there was a battle here, and this was the only victim of the Fang, then this was likely someone far beyond in skill what his age would make him seem. It both intrigued and worried him at the same time that one could cause so much carnage. But if he was against the Fang, and was so dangerous, then turning him to his side could be a valuable resource, even more so if this young charge belonged to Ozpin. If this was on of Ozpin's students… or even a teacher or one of his new so called mentor's, then saving his life could prove valuable in the long run. Ironwood knew what he must do. It would be risky, and likely extremely expensive, but still possible. "Alert the hanger, I want 3 gunships and a medical evac down on the beach for that man I'm looking at right now. He is more valuable then he may seem." He shouted to essentially the entire command deck.
Everyone sprang into action like they had been waiting on this all day, assembling the pilots and crew and forming flight patterns and procedures, even rules of engagement were enforced on this sudden scramble. If the Fang were involved, then the mission would be much more dangerous, and no one wanted to upset Ironwood when he seemed so dead-set on rescuing this random person who was bleeding out on the beach, but if Ironwood had confidence in him, then who were they do question it? He had hunches on crazier things before and had been right, that was after all how he had risen to prominence in Atlas and earned his position. And this was on hunch that he knew would be a right decision. He could just feel it as he gave the orders.
When the pilots had launched, he shut the interface off and stood up, brushing off his white suit slightly. "Have the medical staff that weren't sent down with the evac prep the on-board surgery and augmentation tables, they are going to be needed the second that man is pulled on board. I'm going to go down and meet the team when they land. I want to oversee this personally."
He was responded to with only a few nods and the occasional "Sir!". He stepped out from his chair, doing a quick about-face, and left the command deck. He walked with prominence down to the hanger bay, and awaited the return of his ships. Things were going to get very interesting, very quickly.
Blake half walked, half was led by her team to Ozpin's office upon landing. She was still clutching Rex's satchel like her life depended on it. The smooth leather was stressing a bit where her fingers gripped it with a vice-like grasp. Her knuckles were pure white from the pressure she was exerting on the satchel, and tears still carried in her eyes as the elevator finally reached the top floor and she stumbled through with the rest of her team. All of their hearts were heavy, but none more so than hers. She still felt like her world was crashing down again, just when things had been on the upswing again, this had to happen. He was taken from her, the one person who had been her friend the longest, who had cared about her when many others had turned their backs, believed in her when even she herself thought that she was worthless, and who had the courage to give up everything for her and the rest of her team when things were looking their grimmest. That last bit cut her deeper than the others, the words still shooting around her head. 'I love you, stay safe.' Had he really meant those words? Knowing him, of course he meant them, but that only made the hurt sink deeper.
To know that he even wanted to hope, to dream of them being something more then what they were, when they already meant so much to each other in a different way, honestly touched her, and baffled her at the same time. She didn't even get the chance to say anything back either, leaving him hanging on a thought of wonder if she even had an interest in him in the least when it came to love. She would admit she didn't think she could truly love anyone, not that easily, but she would be lying if she were to say she wasn't willing to at least give it a chance, even if it took years for her to come to truly love someone. But then again, she had already known him for so long that she could freely admit she at least respected him for who he was, and he was a far better person than many she had dealt with prior. Hell, she had even given Adam a small chance, and she knew she could never love him, not since he turned to what he was now. Maybe that's why it hurt her so much that Rex was gone now, he hadn't changed for the worse, and he had never stopped caring about her and only did what was best for her, even if it meant dying for it. She wished she could see him now, to apologize for all the times she had done something stupid and he had bailed her out of any danger she had gotten herself into, like a never ending 'get out of jail free' card. But now that card had finally been spent, and he had paid the ultimate price for it. All because she wasn't strong enough, her team wasn't strong enough, and he knew he wasn't either, but he took the fall for them anyways. And she didn't even have the courtesy to even mouth three or four little words back to him in her shock, when she should have known what was about to happen.
The shock still carried through her and her team pulled her, stumbling, forward to Ozpin. Her and Weiss' heels clacked lightly on the glass floor underfoot as they approached the man and he turned around. "Ah you're back… where is Rex?" He looked at them quizzically, evidently no one had messaged ahead what had happened.
Ruby spoke up, stepping forward slightly. "Rex… won't be joining us. He was… he was left behind." She said nervously.
"I…see." Ozpin said, biting back was most surely was a curse. "Did you… did you at least get what you all were sent out to find?"
"Yes, we did. Blake has it, right Blake?" Yang said nervously, looking at Blake with one eyebrow cocked.
Blake could only nod as she shuffled forward, absentmindedly pulling out the metal case from the satchel, and weakly passing it over to Ozpin. The man let out a sigh of relief. "Well…the price was high it seems, but at least not all was lost. You all managed to retrieve the data, and as such in that regard the mission was a success. However, I don't know if I can ever call a mission result such as this a true success. You all are excused from classes for the next few days, should you wish to skip them. It's the least I can do for you all with what has happened. Miss Sanguine Ludenburg, mentor of team JNPR, will be your temporary mentor, until I can find you all another suitable candidate." Ozpin had a small frown on his face.
"With all due respect sir." Weiss stepped forward. "I appreciate the action, but no one will be able to fill the hole in our team left behind by Mr. Rex. It will be several days before our team can get back to a functioning level without him, as he was a core part of this team, and I don't know that anyone that you assign to us will be an adequate replacement for him. He has earned both my, and my entire team's respect in a way that I don't know anyone else will be able to match. So please, don't expect us to overjoyed to know that he will be replaced."
Blake was surprised to hear those words coming from Weiss, she was sure that Weiss still mostly hated him, but to know that he had won the respect of even the pickiest and most difficult member of team RWBY both brought her joy and sadness. Knowing that he was in fact at least respected by everyone on her team only made his separation from them that much harder.
"I understand Miss Schnee. And I don't expect you all to be able to feel the same for someone who will very likely be different, but all I ask is you give Miss Ludenburg a chance, and the same goes for whoever I pick as a permanent mentor. Beyond that, I have nothing more than my condolences to you four. You are free to leave." Ozpin replied half-halfheartedly.
"Of course, it's probably best if we go now anyways" Ruby said nervously. "Uuuh Come on guys! Let's go!" She said hurriedly, zipping over to the elevator. Yang and Weiss dragged Blake over to the elevator with them, and they finally left.
Thump thump… thump thump… thump thump…
Everything burned, like his body was tearing itself apart at the seams, maybe because it was, maybe it wasn't. All Rex knew was that he felt an excruciating pain across his entire body. He wanted to scream, but nothing would come out. He wanted to move, to run, to do anything at all, but it was like he was in a vice grip, like he had no connection to his body whatsoever. The last thing he could remember was Adam making what surely was the finishing blow, before passing out a few minutes later on the beach, the last of his aura being exhausted trying to mend the irreparable wounds on his body.
Was he dead? He assumed so, no way he could have survived those wounds, not unless… somebody found him in time. Then that begged another question, where was he? Who found him? He had to open is eyes already. He had to know.
Thumpthump. Thumpthump. Thumpthump.
His heart began to beat faster, he could hear voices! He tried to decipher what they were saying with his muffled hearing, his eyes finally starting to part.
"…Whats happening? Why is he coming to, I thought he was properly put under!" an angry voice boomed into his eardrums.
"…I don't know, we did everything to a T, I have no idea how the hell he's waking up!" A panicked voice swiftly replied.
"Well put him under again dammit! A double dose. We can't afford for him to wake up in this state. We aren't done operating and if he wakes up in the procedure he might enter shock and lose more blood then we can pump into him, its already hard enough working around an aura that is so persistent in trying to heal him as it regenerates." The angry voice replied.
"Yes sir! Double dosage of anesthetic applying now!" The panicked voice replied.
No wait! He wanted to know who found him, where he was, how he was still alive. His thoughts started to muddle, the voices began to grow faint.
"Heart rate dropping, vitals returning to normal levels, brain activity reducing to manageable range. He's dropping back into operable levels."
"Good, that was too close. We could've lost him there. Now, let's get these augments and plates sealed in…"
Augments…? He couldn't fully process what was said, before his mind clouded over once more.
1 week later…
Blake sat on her bed, alone in the dorm room. She hadn't done much of anything, sure she had gone to classes with her team, and eaten with them. But beyond that she just sat on her bed, huddled up an anguish, wishing things could be different. The satchel hadn't moved from the spot where she had gently laid it on her desk a week prior. She couldn't bring herself to look through it, and none of the others dared to touch it. She had always wondered what Rex had kept in the satchel, but she never bothered to ask figuring it was private. Out of respect for him, she hadn't bothered to rifle through it, even though she desperately wanted to.
But, her curiosity finally got the better of her. She slowly got up from her bed and walked over to where the satchel lay on the desk. The well-worn leather was cool to the touch as she picked it up. She unstrapped the top, and gingerly pulled items out of it one by one. Some metal slugs, a few various vials of dust, all different colors, a whetstone, Rex loved to keep his blades sharp. She set them aside and dug further, everything she pulled out hurt her a little bit to know she was just going through his things like she was entitled to them. Next were 2 vials of pitch black dust. She recoiled a bit upon seeing them, she knew what that particular dust did if it had any contact with your skin, withering away any living thing that it touched, hence why Rex seemed to have it in reinforced vials. She gingerly set them to the side, not taking any chances that they might break and spill. The last thing in the satchel, was a small bound notebook.
The blue notebook couldn't have been more than a few inches long and even less wide, just slightly larger than the palm of her hand. She had seen him writing in it a few times, sometimes during training and sometimes at random moments of the day. She opened it to the first page, poring over the contents. Soon enough she was skimming through notes on the four of them, Her, Ruby, Weiss, and Yang. He had everything about them written down, what they all seemed to enjoy, how well they did in practice every day, what he wanted to work on and things he wanted to try to test them each day. He had planned training regiments and exercises that littered pages of possibility. He had the next four years at least roughly fleshed out for them, on just a few pages. Granted the nuances would have to come in stride, but he was already analyzing the four of them and figuring out how they all fit together as a team and was already coming up with ways for them to work together better. She kept flipping through pages upon pages of notes, trial and error, things that did and didn't work out to improve the each of them. She knew he cared about the four of them a lot, they were all he had after all, but never had she thought he spent countless hours just thinking on what he could do to help them more then he already was. It baffled her. She kept flipping through the pages, hardly looking over them as she neared the back of the book, when she stopped. A handful of pages from the end, after several blanks, there was a page labeled: My thoughts on each of them. She flipped to the first page, Ruby. Not even bothering to read more than just a skim, she went to the next one: Yang, followed by Weiss, then finally, Blake. She stopped on the page with her name labeled onto it. Amongst several lines of the general ways he thought she could improve herself, she found what he thought of her as a person.
'Blake is someone I have known the longest of anyone here, there is no one I would rather have at my side then her. She may think she is weak at times, but she is stronger than she thinks. Her drive once set on something outmatches my own when I think about it. And she learns quickly from the mistakes I point out to her. It hurts that I try so hard to keep things strictly professional. The night chats are nice, just getting to talk with her one on one as friends, though I always wondered if we could be more. I figure it would be a waste of both my time and hers however, she doesn't seem like someone who would be interested in silly romance anyways. It would just get in the way of things that she would deem more important, like redeeming herself and putting a stop the wrongdoing that her old allies in the Fang continue to do. Maybe that is just a dream I can save for another day.'
She dropped the notebook, letting it hit the floor with a quiet thump. She sank to her knees and let her tears form anew. She pulled out the black and white pendant that he had given her when they were kids, the last relic she had of him. She cradled it in her hands, whispering to herself softly. "If I had ever known that you cared this much for me… for us… there is no doubt in my mind I would have at the very least given you a chance. No one has ever been there for me like you were, and now that you're gone, all I'm left with is the reminder that you were still thinking about us even when we didn't care to think about ourselves. The docks, all the training, this notebook…" She picked back up the notebook and held it with one hand, the other still clutching her pendant. She choked back her tears. "I will not let all of this go to waste. I will continue what you started, and will succeed. You have given me everything that I could ever need to achieve my goal, and you never even got a thank you in return… or a goodbye when you left us. When I've finally finished my training, and fixed what I set out to fix, and everything is at peace, I'll make sure you are remembered. A memorial in your honor, just something, anything to remind me that I am driven by what you stood for to me. I only wish that you could be around to see it…." She let her tears finally fall, kneeling there on the floor in her self-pity.
After a few minutes she finally recomposed herself, crawling into bed. "And that is a promise I will keep to the end of my days."
Rex awoke with a sharp gasp. He could finally see again, and the whitewashed walls played havoc on his eyes. Wait… eyes? He could have sworn Taurus had sliced clean through his left one when he had dealt the finishing blows to him. But… how was he seeing clearly now? He slowly sat up and looked around the room. The uniform light keeping everything well lit. He could see various medical instruments lining the sides of the room, with his bed in the very center. He reached up with both hands, gingerly rubbing his eyes, then he realized something, his left eye, the one he swore he had lost, didn't quite feel like an eye. He touched it lightly again, after a moment he realized: it was metal and glass. No, not possible. Who had the technology to be able to replicate an eye that could see perfectly out of metal optics, and with such precision too?
Well, one group came to mind, but he could only wait and see if his suspicions came true. In the meantime, he looked down at his hands and arms, small stitches in places where he had been cut, some of them looked fresh too, like he had been cut open again more recently. They didn't hurt, but they also didn't feel… normal. Was this a dream? He slapped himself twice. Nope definitely not a dream. He looked down to his chest, seeing a scar run the length of his body, from the top left to the bottom right. It seemed to be healing well enough too, how long had he been out cold?
He saw some of his clothes hanging in the corner, minus his shirt, which undoubtedly was torn beyond repair. He tried to get up and walk over to them, only to realize his legs were restrained to the bed. He tried pulling on the bonds, only to realize that he was going nowhere with the thick metal rings wrapped around his legs. He sighed and slumped back on the medical bed. Guess he would have to wait for whoever found him to come and say hello, thankfully he didn't have to wait long, for the door opened only a few minutes later. A man with dark black hair, a bit of grey on the sides, and a stern and serious face that seemed to be chiseled out of stone. His white suit and gloves were devoid of any other color save for his grey under-suit and a hint of a red tie poking out from beneath the grey.
He was flanked by two people in white lab coats, bearing what Rex immediately recognized as the insignia of Atlas. His suspicions were confirmed as to who seemed to do the impossible, nothing seemed impossible to those in Atlas. He only wondered now what they would want in return for this…kindness.
Behind the two people in lab coats several armed soldiers walked in, seeming to be the man's personal guard based on their colors, red and grey insignias instead of white and grey like the rest. They were decked out in full atlas standard combat gear, albeit with a few additions, no doubt there was a lot of bonus tech in their darkened visors, and they seemed to be armed with a bit more ammunition and weaponry then what he recalled to be Atlas standard issue.
The entourage came to a stop a few feet from where he lay. As the more foreboding man stepped forward, he slowly sat back up. The guards behind him seemed to visibly tense when he did so. Great, already under guard even minutes after he woke up.
The man stopped not a foot from the medical bed, now crossing his arms behind his back. "It is good to see you awake. We were beginning to worry that the surgery put you under for good."
"Surgery, huh? I should have figured. I get the impression based off of who I'm dealing with here that there was more than just a simple 'save my life' surgery, wasn't there?" Rex calmly replied.
"Oh? And who do you believe you are 'dealing with' right now, since you seem so confident in the face of what should be the unknown." The man replied, his stoic expression not wavering an inch.
"Well, first off its hard to remain unknown when your men come in bearing Atlas insignia's and some standard Atlas equipment, as well as some… less than standard upgrades which would only be handed out to Atlesian advanced soldiers, such as personal guards. Which leads to me believing that you are a general of Atlas, yes?" Rex said evenly.
"Observant, an excellent trait indeed. Yes, I am General Ironwood of the Atlesian military, headmaster of the huntsman academy in Atlas as well. And I have some questions for you, no doubt you have questions of your own as well, and I would be happy to answer them for you if you will only be cooperative." Ironwood replied.
Rex sighed. "Fair enough I suppose, eye for an eye and all that. Ask your questions, then I will ask mine."
"Excellent." Ironwood wheeled a chair over from the corner of the room. "First off, who were you fighting that left you in the state we found you in? Can you remember? I certainly hope that the state you were found in didn't leave you devoid of your memory."
"Yeah, I remember. I might like to keep secrets, but you already saved my life once, I can at least not tell you a lie. I was fighting the White Fang after trying to evacuate from a mission gone haywire. The lackeys were nothing, beyond sheer numbers. If you found me I assume you saw the bodies all over the beach, dropped quite a few before I began to tire, that was when Taurus himself showed up. I assume you are aware of Adam Taurus." Rex asked.
"All too well, he's got a death sentence in every kingdom save Vacuo. And you fought him one on one then?" Ironwood asked with some surprise, his face however, remained constant.
"Yeah, I did. Wasn't the first time either. The first time I actually bested him, would've finished him off too if it wasn't for his entire militia showing up armed to the teeth and forcing me to bail before things got bad. This time however, when we fought, I was on the losing end of the fight the entire time. After fighting for so long, and a good sprint beforehand, I was tired. Made some mistakes. I got close, so damn close, to actually beating him again. Unfortunately, he used his semblance to overpower me after I got some good hits in, leaving me in the state you found. I should be dead right now, but Atlas medical and scientific prowess somehow came to my aide." Rex said.
"Indeed it did. And to know that you beat him once and escaped with your life, on top of only being just bested by him after defeating so many of his men like you did, singlehandedly, only confirms that my decision to save your life was justified." A confident smile barely cracked on Ironwood's face. "Which brings me to another question, why were you there in the first place? How did you even get into the situation like you did?"
"Well, Ozpin has the details, but basically me and my team were sent to retrieve the files from one of your Atlesian gunships that were carrying plans for the Vytal festival security detail I believe. We managed to retrieve data, but we were ambushed and had to make a run for it. I was the only one in the group that had been on any actual missions and had the experience of the group. The rest were the team I was mentoring, team RWBY. The four girls were good, far better than most, but I knew we stood no chance against that many enemies without risking serious casualties, so we ran. Well, turns out the Fang had tried to sabotage our bullhead while we were away, the onboard crew managed to fix some of the damage, but when we took off, the engines weren't strong enough the carry the weight of all of us, and we had to drop some weight from somewhere. Well my gauntlets were heavy, but they wouldn't be enough and I couldn't just part with them. So I did what I thought was necessary to see my team home safe and the mission a success, I sacrificed myself and jumped out of our bullhead, giving it just enough weight relief to break the tree line and escape. And that's basically how I wound up on that beach. The rest you can likely figure out for yourself if you haven't already. I got overwhelmed and finally fell to Taurus." Rex concluded his story.
"That is quite the tale, very admirable of you to be willing to sacrifice yourself for the good of the mission…and you are acquainted with Ozpin you say? Well luckily for you, the ship you are on is hovering over Vale currently, and earlier this week I had a chat with Ozpin. He seemed slightly distraught over the loss of one of his best mentor's on a mission. I had my suspicions, but now I can infer that was you he was talking about, yes?" Iron questioned him.
"Unless someone else went out on a mission, yes, that would be me." Rex perked up a bit at the mention of being back in Vale. "When would it be possible for me to return to my duties? If I may ask." He asked hesitantly.
"Well currently, while you are healed, I would not say you are back up to an optimal level to resume fighting and training at a whim, and I have a mission of my own that I would like for you to assist with, nothing too big, but it would serve as payment for the assistance we have lent to you, as well as win my trust further. I will have you return to Beacon with me briefly at the end of the week, where me and Ozpin will give you the full rundown and you will be sent out. That same day is the start of most all of the missions for the students as well, so unfortunately you will not be able to reconvene with your team right then and there, and we would like to keep your recuperation to the training rooms on this ship until then." Ironwood said.
Rex bit back a curse. "I… understand sir." He said with a grimace. "If I may ask, what specifically did you all do to me while I was out cold? I have way more closed cuts on my body then I remember."
"Ah yes, I suppose it would be better for us to explain to you then to hope you figure out what they do at an in opportune moment. My scientists can explain." He motioned for the two in lab coats to step forward.
The first scientist gave a small cough and began. "We managed to repair the damage done to your body to an extent, however the cuts on your torso and face were so deep we had to go to… drastic measures in order to reconstruct your body properly. As you may bave noticed from your scars on your chest and torso, there was heavy amounts of micro thin layers of metal wound into the muscle in order for it to heal and stay shut properly, you are very lucky that the damage to your organs was only minor, and none of them needed full replacement. As for your face, we had no other choice but to replace your eye with a robotic one. Not very noticeable at a distance, but up close the observant can tell quite easily. Unfortunately, we had no other choice if we wanted you to be able to operate at the capacity you were able to before, it's nearly impossible to fight as effectively with only one eye."
"I see…" Rex said ironically. "While I don't like becoming partially a metal man, I appreciate the gesture."
The other scientist stepped forward. "As for the additional cuts all across your body sir, we implemented a series of reflex servos into your joints and critical muscles that would improve your reaction time, as well as your strength. Your eye also comes with a few bonuses as well, such as being able to seen in nearly complete darkness with the clearness of Faunus vision, as well as being able to scan for electronics and dust in a limited area in front of you."
"Hmmm a few upgrades huh? I suppose they will come in handy. Is there anything else I should know about?" He looked to Ironwood.
"Your meals and anything else you could need will all be provided on this deck. You have free reign to use any of the training facilities on board, and your weapons will be waiting for you when you get there. Any questions?" Ironwood looked expectantly back to him.
"Only one; when can I get out of these manacles and move around again? I would like to get back on my feet sooner rather than later." He deadpanned.
"Of course." Ironwood nodded to two guards. They stepped forward and after a few moments, he could feel the rings around his legs unlatching. He slowly stepped up from the bed, still in only undergarments. He rubbed the spots where the rings were latched on his legs, and walked over to where his clothes hung. He fit his dark pants on, letting them cover his leather boots for the most part. The shirt provided wasn't his, but he wasn't going to complain, even if it was just a simple grey shirt. He pulled his black hooded jacket and cloak back on, and turned back around. He was ready to get started.
A/N: Another chapter in the books! This one was saved to the site kinda awkwardly, some of my changes didn't get saved, so if i missed any spelling errors this time around, that is likely the reason. But as usual let me know what you think of the story so far, and what i can do to improve my writing, as well as thoughts on the story as a whole. Volume 2 events are mostly going to be pushed aside here, with only the last few episodes really coming into play. Volume 3 however is going to compensate for this, with far more chapters then either vol1 events or vol 2 events will have, then we will press onward into uncharted territory, where the fun events that i have planned out will be occurring. But until then, enjoy your week.