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VALE TERRITORY, GARNET HILLS
Plumes of black smoke raised into the air as the screams form below followed after soon enough. Fire raged around what was once the town of garnet hills.
Private Collins could only look at the scene around him with horror, the bodies of dead families littered the streets as TA forces fought against the encroaching Grimm threat. He and his team was sent here to assist the local town militia from a possible grimm assault.
He and others were briefed on the what to expect there as well the migration of grimm(1), from what data command had it pointed at a beowolf migration.
He had though it would be a simple watch the walls and shoot whatever grimm that got near, maybe a patrol or two thrown in there as well.
But this
This is was not what he had signed up for.
Not the senseless death, not the screams of people as they flew to remaining bullheads, not to this madness. No way the army could've prepared him for this.
Running was one of first ideas to come to mind, but it was the one to die as quickly as it came. If the grimm didn't kill him than his commanding officer would probably be next if she got a hold of his neck. Instead, with trembling fingers he loaded his rifle as the familiar "click" reached his ears.
A piercing scream erupted afar. It sounded almost female ... pushing down a thick wad of saliva he willed himself forward as thick booted feet marched across the broken brick and concrete that littered the street.
Minutes passed as his heart beat raced with fear bottled deep within it. Glass cracked and crunched under his boot as he neared to the source of the sound. When he got to a certain distance a deep inhuman growl came from where the screaming was coming from.
Getting into a crouch he walked closer to source till he saw the problem. A beowolf stood in front of a thick wooden door, it's massive lupine body bashing fruitless against the door.
Not wasting a second rising the rifle the sound of a explosion and the smell of gunpowder filled the air the beowolf's body fell to the ground seconds later. A small hole with blood pouring out could be seen in the back of the monsters head.
Another round went off, embedding itself into the head, just to make sure it was truly dead. Once he could see the smoke rising from the body did he lower the rifle.
"Ma'am ... is anyone there?"
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...
"Is ... is the grimm dead" spoke a feminine voice from behind the door.
"Yes ma'am" he answered.
"... I need help, the door, its stuck and I can't get it open" requested the women.
Looking around for any possible grimm he gave the women a sound of understanding. Walking over to the door he observed the damage done to it and boy was it bad. The hatches were bended and twisted beyond repair. The door frame itself looked rather bended, another attack from the grimm and this thing would have finally broke under the pressure.
He looked around for anything that could be used as a means of breaking down the door. After looking minutes of searching something caught his eye. Going over he brushed the debris over it, it was large hammer, something like a hunter would use.
"Must have been used someone in the local militia" he concluded. Nevertheless he took hold of the large hammer. Bringing to the door he ordered the women to step back, waiting a few moment he finally swung the hammer at the door. It would take a few attempts but the door finally relented and crumbled underneath to the pressure.
As wooden door broke and fell light a figure slowly emerged.
A lithe women of tall saturate emerged from the damaged home. "Thank you kind sir. If you didn't kill that beast ... I don't think I would have made it" thanked the women.
"It was nothing ma'am" replied Collins. "Now come on, we've got to meet up with the rest of men at the town square before we get left here."
"Of course sir ... but before we go there is on thing I request you" the women answered.
"And what would tha-" began the private before pain erupted from his chest. His eyes trailed down to the blade rammed through his chest and straight into his heart.
"Can you die for me?" asked the women, her once smooth became warped as a twisted mockery took it place. Her eyes held a unnatural, almost synthetic, glow to them.
As the blade slide off the soldiers chest the women swiftly cracked the private's neck, ending his life than and there.
VALE, UPPER CLASS DISTRICT
The cold crisp Vale blew across courier six's face as he exhaled his breath. The street lamps below him illuminated the streets as he waited for his target to arrive.
He and his team were currently investigating a banker going the name Hans Yang. A well known man in financial circles here in Vale and a staunch anti-TA critic. From what knowledge they were able to acquire Hans was a backer of the anti-TA candidate running for one of the open council seats.
While not the biggest backer the man did have connections to quite a few anti-TA groups and more importantly had connections to their buddy Saffron Topaz.
After nearly a week of tailing the bastard as well greasing the palms of few information brokers he and his team finally constructed Hans's daily schedule. If their info was spot on he should be arriving at the local gentlemen's club in just a few minutes.
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"There you are, and just a few minutes off" thought the courier as Hans personal car slowly came to halt as it near the club. The cars chauffeur exited first before going over and opening the door. Coming out of the car was there target, dressed in a fine custom suit as he entered the establishment.
Turning around he walked across the rooftop till his eyes were directed towards the back door of the club. He raised his hand in the air, giving a motion with it. A shimmer from below was his response as Ilia entered the back door.
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The scent of package food and alcohol was the first thing Ilia smelled. Her nose wrinkled in disgust in response to the smell as her faunas enhanced hearing allowed her to listen into the various shouting and grumbles of the kitchen staff.
"It is these moments that I'm envious of human's sub-par senses. Could they at least make an attempt at toning down the chemicals" thought Ilia to herself. As much as she would like to nitpick at the kingdom humans she knew that her mission took priority first.
She weaved through the various staffers and objects, remaining unseen to their eyes but a brief shimmer in their peripheral.
Eventually she made it through and into the main part.
Disgust as well a twinge of pity went through her as she saw the various scanty clad ladies danced along the room, each vying for one the customers attention. For now she pushed these feeling away for later. Her eyes scanned the room before finally finding Hans.
Instead of walking over the him she went towards a nice empty spot an waited. As much as she would like to see the look of horror on the remnant humans face she knew that the little bugger was their ticket to getting nearer to Saffron.
An hour or two passed as Ilia hide in the shadows, had it not been for her Faunus heritage she would've been captured by now. Eventually the front doors opened and some new people entered the room. While the majority bad no attention to them she could see Hans face light up in recognition, motioning them over to him.
As the new people settled in she infused aura into her ears as her CIA training kicked in.
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"Robert my friend, how are you doing?" asked Hans, shaking Robert's hand.
"Oh I'm doing fine Hans, I'm just surprised your still kicking around here" joked Robert.
"Hah hah, very funny" replied Hans with faux pain.
"So Hans, have heard the news recently, about whats happening in beacon" asked Robert. Any joy on Hans face melted as a hard scowl took its place.
"I have, why in the world they would be allowed in such a prestige place boggles my mind. Doesn't Ozpin know that those freaks can't use aura, they don't even have souls for gods sake ... how they can be seen as not Grimm as beyond me" grumbled Hans.
"Careful Hans, get too loud and maybe one of their supporters may hear you" warned Robert.
"Bah, maybe if it was someone where else. This place is true kingdom establish Robert, no way a TA supporter is going to be allowed to come in here" boasted Hans. "But lets focus on a different subject, the last thing I need is my blood pressure rising."
"Now Robert, you said back on the phone that you wanted to support the anti-TA candidate" restated Hans
"Mm hm, damn TA is flooding the weapon markets with there cheap weapons. Making it more harder to stay in business than it has ever been" grumbled Robert.
"An understandable plight, I've already lost more than a few good customers thanks to their trade practices. If it weren't for the council sitting on their thumbs we would have not been ..." ended Hans, taking a few deep breaths to regain back his frustration. "~sigh~ Luckily, I know some people that could help you there, you know the name Saffron Topaz?"
"No, is he a friend of yours?"
"Rock solid Robert" joked Hans.
"The guy knows dozens of people who can get your message out to the public. Trust me Robert, Saffron is swell guy and he ain't the type to leave you out in the dust" explained Hans.
"Mmm, I don't know, he sounds kind of fishy to me" replied Robert with hesitation in his voice.
"Well than let me schedule a meeting between the two of you than. Ohhh, How about Saturday 2PM, sounds good?" said Hans.
"I guess I can do that. Where should the meeting be?"
"There's nice little restaurant down near docks" began Hans. As the two of them continued to talk about the specifics neither saw the shimmer just meters away from them.
TA EMBASSY
"In the upper district docks, this Saturday, at 2PM ... did I miss anything" asked Courier Six.
Ilia shock her head.
The Courier turned his attention towards the Albain brothers, like Ilia they were under orders to assist him in his mission and ensure that the it will be a success. From what he gather from their files both of them were skilled dust users, something that was rather lacking on his team. A little on the quite side the he had no doubt that they when push comes to shove they will react in full force, why else would they be allowed on his team?
"Alright ... Corsac, you and Ilia head towards the meeting. Observe and record everything that happens in that meeting, whatever you do don't draw attention. Understand?"
"Perfectly clear Sir" replied Corsac in calm tone.
The Courier gave grunt of acknowledgement before turning to the last Faunus.
"Fennec, you and me are heading over the industrial area, a new gang has moved in there recently. Reports suggest Mistral origin, normally I wouldn't give two shits but the problem is that the gang had appeared almost overnight and that does not happen normally."
"It will be an honor working under you sir" replied Fennec.
He grunted back to the fox Faunus. With a single hand motion he ordered them to prepare before the mission. As they begun to file out of the room he saw the Ilia had not left her position and instead was still standing there, her eyes looked like she wanted to ask some kind of question.
"You have something to say Ilia?"
"Oh, yeah I kinda of do Sir. Um ... well its about the mission" said Ilia.
"Oh? and what about it?"
"Well how long do you think it will take, n-not that I'm saying that I'm getting bored or tired about it-" said a now somewhat embarrassed Ilia.
Before she could continue a gloved hand raised itself into the air, motion to the faunas to stop talking. She did.
"Take a few breathes kid before you say something more, else your going to just embarrass yourself further. Now, to answer your question, this mission will probably take a lot of time, I say a month or more. And before you say it, this isn't my first rodeo nor are you the first to ask that question."
"O-Oh ...well do think we'll succeed?"
"Eh, to many factors to really say. For now just focus on the mission let me deal with the rest" said Courier 6.
HARBOR, INDUSTRIAL AREA
"Ahh, nothing like the biting cold and industrial chemicals to get the body going" commented Courier 6 as he and Fennec walked across the empty concrete pavement.
"I fail to see how that would get anyone's body moving sir" muttered Fennec.
"Live a few months in the ruins of Chicago, then you'll understand what I mean" Courier 6 replied.
"That would be rather difficult, your kind isn't exactly the most forthcoming when it comes to passports to the mainland" countered Fennec.
"Give it some time, we Americans don't particularly want others to see our mistakes, especially since said mistakes could kill you if you aren't careful. The last thing any of use want is the kingdoms taking about how better they would be at ruling America" he explained.
"Wouldn't be the first time the kingdoms would say that" agreed Fennec.
The rest of the journey would go on in silence before the courier finally stopped near broken down warehouse that looked like it was abandoned almost a decade ago or more. "This is the place Fennec."
"No guards at all ... you think there would be at least somebody watching the area" commented Fennec.
"Yeah ... Fennec, get up to the roof, see if there is any windows to look through. I'm going for the front door" Courier ordered. Pulling out his pip-boy he tapped the screen a few times as the internal matter teleportation system started hum, in a flash two pistols appeared in both of his hands. A light shining in the darkness and Ranger Sequoia, both of their chambers were loaded with hallow point rounds.
"Signal?" asked the Faunus.
"When everything has gone to hell and back" he replied.
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The door was locked, a bit of lock picking quickly fixed that issue. The door creaked loudly, showing the level of decay it had weathered.
Cocking Sequoia he raised the revolver as he entered the darkened room. His helmets internal night vision sprang to life as vied green covered everything before dying down, now coating everything in a more softer shade of bright green.
Still, he couldn't see anything besides the cracked glass and concrete. So he pushed forward. Minding his steps he went father Into the abandoned factory till he reached the main body.
Dozens of scrapped and rusted machines littered across the floor as plastic tables were laid in random places. Piles of junk were on the tables.
"Hm, still nobody"
Carefully walking towards a nearby table his hands sorted through the trash. He had to suppress his instinct to take all the stuff, seriously, you could make some dangerous weapons with all the stuff laying around.
"Only a kingdom born would see this as trash, someone could make a good amount of caps(2) with this stuff, probably enough for two days."
As he searched through the piles nothing of value could be seen, only the basic illegal drugs and a few dust based weapons hidden under junk piles, child things honestly.
"Courier, some cars are nearing the warehouse, I think the owners are here" informed Fennec over his helmets radio.
"Copy that"
Eyes raced around the room, trying to find something to hide in. His eyes landed onto some wooden crates near the far right corner of the floor. Quickly going over them he readied both his guns, combat stims ready to be administered at voice command.
Moments passed as the sound of car motors good nearer. There was an abrupt sound of tires screeching before coming to a halt. Dozens of voices could be heard from outside, and judging by their own tone excited about something.
The main door the warehouse creaked and groan as light flooded the room. More than a dozen men and women entered the room, each one holding some kind of weapon. As more entered the warehouse courier 6 began to feel worried. While confident in his skills fighting so many once was not something he would like to do, especially since he had only one guy with him.
Before he could continue his train of thought a loud thud alerted him. In the middle of the room was a large case, easily 6ft long. Placing a foot on the case was a large man, Vacuo heritage by his looks.
"See men what did I say. I promised guns and I gave" cried out the leader, pulling the top open the courier eyes widen as the gang leader pulled a TA military grade rifle.
"They said we could never recover, that we would be eaten by the other gangs, but we will show those Mistral family bastards just how wrong they were and let me tell you, they will learn what happens when someone turns their backs to the red sharks!"
As the leader continued with his tirade various thoughts were going through the courier's head.
"Where in the hell name did they get those type of weapons? Last time I check the TA wasn't giving military grade gear to bunch of wannabe criminals"
This is was bad, very very bad. Before he was content to let these gangs do what they want, but now, now it became serious.
"Six rounds in light and five rounds in Sequoia. Fennec is still waiting up there for me to give the signal ..."
"Suit, administer, Med-X, Psycho, Buffout, and Turbo(3)" ordered Courier.
The world around him slowed down.
Leaping out of his cover he fired two rounds from Sequoia into the leaders legs, both hitting there marks. Switching, he fired from light in the darkness towards the men close to him. 3 bullets hit their mark and pierced the soft throat tissue as the last two grazed in the skin.
Putting light shining in darkness away he pulled out a frag grenade as time around him started to speed back up. With a bit a strength he threw the grenade towards the crowd, minding the distance between them, the weapons crate, and the boss.
xxx
The gang was in pure pandemonium, one moment there boss was explaining his grand plan when the next moment *BLAM* on the floor two nasty looking wounds on his legs. It took the boss a few seconds before he started to scream in anguish, his bodyguards fell to ground soon after, either gaping holes in their throats or blooding dripping from the edge.
Panic quickly sweep through the warehouse as everyone was demanding to know what was happening. In the pandemonium only a few people noticed the dark figure standing away from the rest and even fewer noticed the grenade lobbied over to them.
5 seconds passed before a loud explosion eclipsed everything, pain came next as shrapnel dug into the exposed flesh.
xxx
His fingers were going as fast they can, barely just reloading Sequoia in time. Pushing the chamber back into place he raised the revolver as the few gang members who weren't in the bast radius finally noticed him and started to point their guns towards him.
The sound semi-automatic weaponry filled the room as two rounds from Sequoia meet their mark and dug themselves into the chest of two thugs.
He himself had to duck into some nearby crates to avoid the incoming bullets. Unfortunately a stray round had hit him in the leg, a painful grunt escaped his lips as he mentally thanked House for the custom combat suit.
Better the bullet dig into the armor underneath than reaching the bones of muscles.
Wooden chips flew across the Courier as the thugs continued to give fire in his general area.
"Come on, Come on, where are you Fennec" thought Courier 6, reloading Sequoia as well as light shining in the dark.
Before he even finished sliding the .45 clip in the glass above everyone cracked as shards fell to the ground as the the sound of chock and surprise came after. More gunfire could be heard as the courier poked his head out.
Fennec was on top of a now dead thug, pulling out his dagger as the the few remaining thugs fired their guns at the faunas. His aura crackling to life as it absorbed the rounds. Fennec pressed one of the hidden buttons on his weapon, the color of the spiral dagger changing into a bright red color. A small orb of fire came to life at the tip of the blade.
If this wasn't such a serious situation the courier would have given himself a smirk, seeing the look of horror on the thugs. Hell, some of them even attempted to run, they were the first to be burned by the fireball.
Deciding to help a bit he raised light shining in the darkness and fired a few round into the legs of thugs, thank god for V.A.T.S.
As the last of the thugs finally died courier six walked over the Fennec who was now administering some med-x to gang leader, who attempted to escape during the entire firefight.
"Took you long enough, thought you would leave me here for a moment" said Courier 6 with a faux sadness.
"Apologies, I had thought you could've handed the problem without assistance" replied Fennec.
"Ouch, really know how to hurt a man" said Courier 6. "But I think that's enough bantering for now, don't you think so mister gang leader?"
"F-Fuck you" sputtered out the gang leader.
"Ohhh,we got a tough over here" Courier replied.
"Your going to pay for what you did ... you made the worst mistake in your life" spat the leader.
"Oh? I think you have it the other way around my good friend. Your the one big trouble buddy, possession of illegal military grade TA weapons? Your very lucky we haven't just but a bullet in her head right now" Courier corrected.
Suddenly, as if a light bulb had gone off, a look of surprise, realization, and finally fear settled on his face. His skin going deathly pale.
"Y-Your with TA!?" cried out the leader.
"Give this man a god damm medal for that level of brain power, must be making your mom proud there" chuckled Courier 6.
"L-Look man, I-I-I didn't know, they told me that nobody would care and ... and" sputtered the leader. Before he could continue a gloved hand was place on top of his lips, motioning him to be quite.
"Sssshhhh, look, as you cooperate we promise to not hurt you ... though that doesn't cover death" he shushed before punching the lights out of the leader, the body falling down unceremoniously.
"Was that really necessary sir?" asked Fennec.
"Nope, but man did that fell good" answered Six.
"I would recommended you to see a psychiatrist ... but I don't think that would be good for the psychiatrist's well being" Fennec said.
"Jezz, no need to be harsh" muttered Six, hefting the body over his shoulder. "Oh by the way, nice going there with the dust magic. Haven't seen that level of skill the war."
"O-Oh, that was nothing sir ... but thank you" thanked Fennec as small blush appeared on his face before forcing it down.
"Hmph, wired" thought Six as the two of them headed back to the base while Fennec called in local agents to clean up the mess.
FIN
UGH, FINALLY DONE THAT ... NOW OFF TOO THE NEXT CHAPTER OF CLOTH & SCYTHE (CUE AGITATED SKULL SCREECH)
But out of that yeah ... sorry it took so long, college is not exactly merciful when it comes to time.
As for what happens next is the next chapter of Cloth & Scythe and after that will be the next chapter of Venomous Rose.
(1): Grimm migrations are a crucial part for the very health and survival of the kingdoms as well as the the dozens of villages that exist outside of the kingdom territories. Knowing when and where grimm will go allows governments to begin evacuations long before the grimm arrival. Should a grimm herd become to large the kingdoms are known to temporary reactivate armies to exterminate such a threat or weaken it to a degree where it would no longer be a major threat.
(2): While the TA in general uses the lien when trading with the various kingdoms bottle caps is still a very popular tool for economic transactions in America. In fact most if not all organizations from the TA still accept bottle caps, even in the kingdoms.
(3): The custom suit of Courier Six is in many ways a marvel of old world technology. Created by the men and women of big MT as well as further enhanced by the tech of Robert House. The suit completely encases the user, similar to power armor to that regard, it is made with multiple layers of plating made up of rare exotic materials.
The suit comes with a prototype exoskeleton that increases the strength of the user to that similar of the T-model power armor. The suit also comes with its own on-board AI which monitors the user health, with the assistance from Six's pip-boy, as well as administer various stimpacks and combat drugs on command.
What makes the suit unique is that unlike power armor the custom suit weighs far less than an average suit of power armor. The suit also features the capability of allowing the user to turn invisible similar to that of Chinese stealth suits. Unfortunately, the suit can only maintain this for only a few minutes before taking an hour to recharge.
Now off to our regular schedule Oobleck Program
"Hello views, I hope you took the time to study over the various materials we have gone over because now we will be heading into remnant side of things. Miss Rose, if you may" spoke Oobleck.
"You got it doc" said Ruby as she wrote down today's topic
ATLAS
"Ahh Atlas, the kingdom of the north, fascinating place Miss Rose I recommend you go there at least once in your lifetime" mused Oobleck.
"Today we will be discussing the government structure of atlas. Now, like the rest of the kingdoms Atlas has a council of civilians elected into office every 5 years. It is the council who officialese the national budget as well as control the various federal programs underneath"
"However, there is a slight difference from atlas compared to the rest of the kingdoms. While it is run by a civilian body many members of the council is run by ex-military members. Not only that but the kingdom is known to also have a rather ... close relationship with the military, far more than most kingdoms" said Oobleck.
"How so Doc?" asked Ruby.
"Well, the best example I could give to you is the headmaster of Atlas huntsman academy. Headmaster Ironwood, while technically in charge of an independent organization also is general of the Atlas Land forces Miss Rose" explained Oobleck.
"That ... that doesn't seem safe Doctor Oobleck, if the huntsmen academy is an organization independent of the government then wouldn't it be better for someone who isn't the military to be in charge? Seems like a potential conflict of interest" spoke Ruby.
"And it seems my lessons than stick to you after all. You would not be wrong in that regard Ruby. The unique position does seem like a powder keg for conflict of interest to the eyes of a outsider. However Miss Rose, you also have to understand that the atlas military has a deep connection with the populace of Atlas."
"During the era of the great wars the kingdom of Mantle, the predecessor of Atlas, had since repressed the right of self-expression and abolished the creation of arts, believing it would help protect them from the grimm. And since Mantle was were the idea of self suppression started the people there were the first ones on the receiving end as well as being the ones to receive harshest version of it too."
"As the war came to a halt and the people began to revolt against their old leaders the rebels in Mantle were seen in high regard to the common person, to them they represented the rebirth of art, culture, and more importantly, hope. So when the monarchy was finally overthrown the rebels were officially recognized as the Atlas Army the people were elastic and had begun to make measures to insure that the army would never be taken down and instead become romanticized in the Atlas culture."
"Because if this the Atlas army tends to have a lot of freeway when it comes to various things, including the duel position General Ironwood has. To the people the army not only represents hope for the common folk but also as a sign of efficiently, allowing them to have a incredible influence over the council" finished Oobleck, taking a sip from his mug.
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"... Wow, I never knew the people of Atlas have so much faith in the army" spoke Ruby.
"Indeed Miss Rose, while many criticize Atlas as some kind of military dictatorship one should at least take the time to read the history of the people. For they may be surprised that there is far more depth than what meets the eye" commented Oobleck.
"Well, look at the time folks. I think we will wrap it up here. Next time will will be discussing about the military structure of the Atlas armies, until than, this Doctor Oobleck and Miss Ruby Rose signing off"
FIN