The Pattern, the very core of the vex logic was a universal constant. Always there and waiting never changing never adapting, either everything fit to the pattern or it was cut from existence. For countless aeons, Atheon had enforced the idea of The Pattern within the Vault, yet something had changed.

Since arriving upon the world of Remnant by a means she had yet to determine, beyond a simple hypothesis of it being the fault of the Guardians, Atheon had formulated large amounts of data on the social interactions of adolescents. It was as if she had to use an organic term it had been enjoyable, an odd concept for her but something Atheon had grown to appreciate over the few weeks she had been on Remnant.

Over the last few weeks she had established a routine a pattern within the pattern that beacon imposed upon its students, it allows Atheon to focus more intensely on simulating the natural randomness organics generated. While she understood the concept and was fully capable of simulating social interactions there was something fundamentally beneficial about first-hand participation for data collection.

Her two primary sources of simulatable data were Ruby and Velvet, Atheon smiled softly as she thought back over the last few weeks of the time she had spent conversing and integrating herself with these two and by extension their friends. Ruby had proven to be rather adept at her understanding of Vex construction device principles, or as the small redhead put it 'space gun logic' this had been a simple way to form a bond with the girl something Atheon would be remiss to admit she had not come to appreciate.

Velvet was a different case however, the kinship Atheon felt towards the girl was born from two simple facts, the first being she did not have to simplify her speech in order for her to be understood. This was a very small luxury if there ever was one, while different it was as close a link to conversing with another Vex, Atheon predicted she would likely have and was something to be kept close. Such a mindset led to the second reason, From visual appearance alone Atheon knew Velvet stood out when compared to others and as such was often the target of overt racial segregation.

Deep down within her core, such actions had awoken something within Atheon, an almost primal deeply organic desire if she had to put her finger on what it was. A deep desire to neutralise such things, perhaps this response from born from The Pattern, it would be something to spend more time analysing later.

But now something had caught her eye, something that would cause her simplistic lunch of a fruit salad to wait. Something causing her normal stoic humour to rise, to return her internal brain chemistry to its regular function Atheon would have a deal with this irregularity within her Pattern.

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The day had been going remarkably well for Cardin, he'd beat to tar out of that wimp Jaune during the morning practice duels further proving how pathetic the blonde was, and showing his in his own mind 'truly manly and attractive strength' with any luck it'd have a large number of attractive first-year girls swooning all over him.

Right now, however, he had found his second most favourite punching bag without any of her team nor the tall freak Atheon, she weirded him out with her monotone voice flat expression and strength no dainty girl should have. Someone with her looks belonged in the kitchen making dinner for real huntsmen, which in his mind could only be men.

With a chuckle Cardin tightened his grip on Velvets ear giving it a rough tug, earning a pained yelp from the Faunus girl. Oh, this was fun, he did enjoy tugging this filthy animal's ears he'd have to see if she had a tail to match. "hey check it out, they are real." Cardin smiled spitefully towards his teammates who merely laughed at the Faunus girls distress.

He could sit here doing this all lunch no one had the nerve to try and stop him, or so Cardin thought. Readying to give Velvets ear another rough yank Cardin felt instead a searing pain shoot from his left ear and down the side of his head.

Letting out a yelp of both surprise and pain Cardin felt Velvet's ear slip from his grasp as he was violently hurled from his seat and into the air by his left ear, biting back a further pained moan Cardin found his eye line being brought up level with that of Atheon's.

He could feel her stoic gaze boring into him, the lack of amusement written plainly on her face. "It appears you have defective resonate vibrations detectors, a disadvantage to your mundane combat and cognitive functions for a strategum generation." Slowly Cardin felt her grip on his ear tighten forcing him to let oh a groan of discomfort. "Perhaps this would facilitate the obsession you display towards Velvet's evolutionary ascendancy towards the analysis of vocalized atmospheric vibrations."

"Why would I be jealous of an animal?" Cardin ground out finally finding some courage, as he clamped his hands around the arm holding him aloft by the ear.

"Observed behavioural patterns and social interactions with," Atheon paused to glance around at the rest of team CRDL making a deliberate point about Cardin and his team's mindset, "Complementary mental faculties, display evidence to prove you do covet similar Lagomorpha sonority auditory mutations."

Atheon pulled Cardin in close, the rough motion nearly tearing the boys ear off as she did, once close she whispered just loud enough for him to hear. "It would be gratifying to facilitate in providing you with some cosmetic similarities."

It took Cardin a few seconds to figure out what Atheon ment, his eyes widened when he did finally figured out Atheon meant she would either rip his ears off or forcibly stretch them. She could not be serious, that'd make him a freak, no better than the animals trying to masquerade as people.

"I'm fine." Cardin spat from behind clenched teeth, he knew well enough when he was dead to rights and while Atheon was nothing more than an oversized freak of a girl but if pushes he knew she would have no issue with following through with her threat. "Now let go gigantor."

Without missing a beat Atheon flicked her wrist launching Cardin from her grip and into Russel knocking the pair of them over. Groaning in pain Cardin forced himself off his teammate to glare at Atheon's back as she strode away Velvet in toe, he would pay that giant freak back tenfold for this.

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With Cardin put in his place Atheon motioned towards the table were both teams RWBY and JNPR were seated, her indication was clear for Velvet to accompany her. With a smile Velvet made her way with Atheon towards the other two first year teams, she had to stifle a giggle at the sight of their reactions to what Atheon had done. Yang and Nora stood out the most with their reaction as both laughing hysterically both of them wheezing and gasping for breath.

"Thanks." Velvet smiled up at Atheon as they walked.

"Your response to Cardin's despotic comportment was idiosyncratic." Atheon cast a sideways glance at Velvet as she took a seat paying no attention to any of her fellow first years. "An inadequate counterpoise to the demeanor of such a stereotypical despot."

"I just don't see the point in sinking to his level Atheon." Velvet mumble sitting down and poking at her food, "Why give him anymore reason to think of Faunus as animals then he already does?"

"I don't think it will make any difference." Blake reasoned gaining the attention of everyone sitting at the table, "Cardin just seems like a regular bully, Faunus simply being some of the easier targets."

"An astute observation, his imperious etiquette theoretically stems from inadequate socialisation proficiency imparted by his biological progenitors." Atheon offer before placing a fork of assorted mix of her salad into her mouth, ignoring the confused looks most of the tables occupants were giving her.

With a small chuckle Velvet rolled her eyes at the first years, surely they would have picked up on Atheon's speech by now. "She meant his parents did a terrible job raising him." Before turning to give Atheon a stern expression.

"She could have a point." Yang spoke up, finally overcoming her laughing fit and pointed a finger over towards Cardin who was glaring towards the back of Atheon's head. "I mean no one can be that big a tool naturally."

"Simply a singular hypothesis to postulate for his diminished sectarian comprehension." Her final point on the matter spoken Atheon directed her gaze towards Ruby who had over the course of the short conversation relocated to be sitting next to Atheon giving her wide grin, laced with excitement. It was something Atheon had grown used to over the last few weeks, the smile was infectious and often ment Ruby was eager to ask something.

"You have an inquiry Ruby?" A small smirk graced Atheon's lips as she watched Ruby get flustered, it never got old watching the smaller girl fluster at being caught out in some manner.

"Well I was just wondering when your gunna use Binary Edge." Ruby gestured towards the sleek silver brace running up her right arm. "She looks so beautiful and sleek, you can't keep such a gorgeous thing hidden."

"Wait a moment." Weiss shot an accusatory glance towards both Ruby and Atheon "You built an entirely new weapon in the span of three weeks?" From her tone of voice Weiss found such an idea ludicrous, it would be impossible to completely design and construct and entire new weapon at hunter caliber in just three weeks. Not even three weeks of solely dedicated to weapon manufacture either.

Atheon panned her glance over to Weiss, her cold unfeeling eyes scanning Weiss's disbelieving face. She cared little for the girls attitude but found her severely lacking in worth while simulatable data, everything she offered could be studied from observation of others. "Your decipherment of Vex chronology absolutism is severely deficient of prevalent memorandums. Refrain from providing irrelevant empirical conclusions."

Having effectively silenced Weiss, causing the white haired girls mouth to rapidly open and close trying to formulate some retort, Atheon looked towards Ruby again seeing her trying to stifle a laugh. "To answer your query, Binary Edge is an auxiliary contrivance. It will be deployed when all available simulated pathways converge into a singular nexus." Pausing briefly to eat another bite of her lunch Atheon decided it would be beneficial to shift the topic of conversation. "Furthermore the prospectus for the enhancements to you sanctioned armament have been calculated, once the academic session are concluded I shall submit them for your approval."

With barely contained excitement Ruby nearly launched herself into hugging the Atheon, only being stopped by the myriad of questions being fired her way by most of her friends, while Yang and Nora directed their questions towards Atheon trying to convince her to help them improve their own weapons.

The rest of her lunch followed this trend, Atheon supposed there could have been worse ways to spend lunch.

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It was not fare! Those guardians had broken into his Ascendent Realm, murdered Ir Yut, sacked his fortress and above all they had cheated when he. Crota, Son of Oryx, God-Knight of the hive, Hope-Eater of the mortals had graced them with fair and honourable combat. Those cowardly curs had waited until the right moment using one of his one swordbearers swords to pin his blade to the ground before unloading their entire arsenal.

Such cowardly tactics befitting of the servants of the parasite of light, it enraged Crota to no end. Yet more pressingly two thoughts currently waged war for supremacy within Crota's mind, the first drifted towards what Oryx, his father would think of this indignant defeat.

He knew deep down his father loved him, even for all his fault he was not the family disappointment that title belonged to his disgrace of a brother Nokris, yet Crota could not help but wonder would his father mourn his death? Seek righteous retribution of those that slew him, he would not know it was something likely now lost to him for wherever he was now was clearly not the Ascendent Realm in anyway.

This bled into the second thought plaguing Crota's mind, if they were not within their Ascendent Realm anymore, were across the entire curve of reality were they? First of all a reality controlled by the Vex could be excluded as evidence of their metallic spires or manipulations of the local fauna was present. It wasn't something really to be overly concerned about, Crota was sure if they applied enough sword logic they would eventually break back into the Ascendant Realm

Rising up to stand Crota noticed something was not right, they should have towered over the trees surrounding them yet they did not if Crota had to guess they were now roughly just above seven foot tall. This was not right, something had changed, Crota did not like what this could represent.

Hearing the sound of a nearby waterfall Crota slowly made their way towards it, if something had changed getting a good look at the face that had haunted countless worlds would set everything right.

Crota's good mood held right up to the point they peered down into the water and was greeted with the sight of a green haired teenage girl, Crota watched as the girls dropped into a look of abstract horror the exact same expression they currently were trying to display. This was a fate worse than death, Crota had not tried to ascend lashis father had by making any attempt to trigger a metaphormosis to alter their gender.

This had to be the fault of those damnable guardians, a further form of insult to further degrade Crota in his, no in all her true might, oh such an affront would not be tolerated. Crota threw head back and screamed in pure rage.

Such was her rage that even the creatures born from malice and hate that called this forest home would find keeping their distance more preferable than trying to attack the green haired girl Crota had become.

Rage filled her mind, her thoughts and heart, Crota needed to vent this rage. To find the closest living thing, be it human, awoken, so or something else and introduce it to the business end of her sword.

As if the Worm Gods had been listening, and in some sick sense of humour granted Crota's need for something to vent her anger upon, as out of the tree line stalked a pack of Beowolfs. With a sadistic smile gracing her lips Crota turned to face them. Letting loose a scream of barely contained rage she charged, fully intent on butchering every single Beowolf.

Sword Logic had come to Remnant, and it was enraged.