I own nothing except for the OCs and this particular version of Remnant. Anyway this went way longer than I thought this would but once I started typing I just couldn't stop. Enjoy the show.

-Monsters of Remnant-

Johannes I

Eleven hours. Eleven Caelus Damned Hours. Gods I just want to sleep.

Fighting back a yawn, the lanky young man felt himself sag into the saddle of his strider. The only thing he could hear was sound of the horse's feet striking the paved road underneath him and the deep breathing of said animal. For the horse, a large specimen bred for stamina and power even before the various dust enhancements, the journey was an easy one. Johannes on the other hand felt as if he had been run through a thresher. He was tired, hungry, had a massive cramp in his left thigh and his back was killing him from the near constant riding. And to top it all off he couldn't even sleep on the road thanks to the thrice damned Nyx spawn!

Hearing a snarl, Johannes bit back one of his own as four of the damned daemons, Lupa barely past welp-hood judging from the look of them, charged out of the brush ahead of him. In one fluid motion the Roman Tribune unsheathed the sica at his side and unhooked his cavalry shield, spurring the well trained warhorse with a slight kick to the sides. The stallion broke into a canter as Johannes nudged him to the side, putting his shield in between himself and the daemons. Said monsters, seeing their prey ready himself, broke into a dead sprint.

One, one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand, now! Johannes gave the reins in his hand a sharp jerk, turning the strider ninety degrees to the left without pausing and kicking it into a gallop, sending the charging stallion directly towards the daemon pack. The new course confused the leading Lupa long enough for him to close the distance. Swinging his sica down at the leader, the Roman was unsurprised when the forward curved blade sliced clean through the daemons skull. A dust forged sword will do that, especially to a Nyx spawn this young. The second Lupa was unprepared for almost two tons of warhorse bearing down it and was crushed accordingly. A third was impaled as it tried to bodyslam him off of his horse only to be met with his outstretched blade. The last Lupa had its skull shattered as Johannes almost negligently lashed out with his shield. The entire process took less than ten seconds.

Pulling back on the reins to bring his horse back to a trot, Johannes held still for a moment. His vulpine ears twitched for a moment as he strained his hearing, but when nothing registered the Roman Faunus relaxed.

"Fucking Nyx spawn," he muttered, sheathing his sica and hooking his shield on his saddle. After a quick check to ensure his packages were secured the Tribune turned his focus back on the road, letting the clip clop of the horse's hooves lure him into a state of resting awareness. In what seemed like no time at all he could see the walls of Neapolis rising from the earth in defiance of any that would dare challenge them.

"Ave Tribunus," The lead guard called out as he approached the gate. As he spoke, Johannes could see the other guards fanning out to present a less tempting target. Good, he nodded to himself, opening his saddlebags for inspection and presenting his identification. It wasn't exactly common but it wasn't unheard of for enemies in service to the Kaiju lords to impersonate Roman officers in order to gain access to restricted locations. It's good to see that even with this newly gained peace that the legionaries are maintaining an appropriate level of awareness.

After checking his identification the Tesserarius addressed the men on the wall.

"Open the gate!" he called up to them, the command was echoed to those standing guard on the other side. "Did you encounter any difficulties on the road sir?" he asked as they waited for the gate to finish opening.

Johannes fought through a yawn. "A couple of Lupa, one or two Ursa, nothing much really," he said, idly scratching at the stubble he could feel growing on his cheek. "Still we should probably add a patrol or two to the westbound roads."

"I will bring it up with my Opito once I am relieved from watch sir," the guard commander said as Johannes urged his horse through the open gate.

The fox faunus gave the Tesserarius a wave. "No need, I'm on my way to a meeting with the General and the Prefect. I'll bring it up to them then."

"Thank you sir, have a good day."

Smiling, Johannes guided his stallion through the streets of Neapolis towards his final destination. After handing his horse off to a stable boy who was waiting off to the side, he walked through the well patrolled hallways of the Legate's villa nodding to the legionaries as he passed them. Finally his journey was complete and Johannes felt a smile slide across his face as he opened the door to Legatus

Arcorius' office.

That smile beat a speedy retreat as he walked in to find his commanding officer snoring on top of a near mountain of paperwork. The Roman faunus kept a blank face as he approached the desk, holding the package he had travelled over a nine hundred miles from the heartlands of Ishido, along the coast and back to Neapolis, a trip that had lasted two months. Most of which was spent camping next to the roads in a tent that had a rather large tear in the fabric. Meanwhile his boss was here, in this nice cosy room, sleeping away the day.

That is why he raised the heavy satchel above his head and with a heave, threw at the unwary form of the Legate.

Thump

Thunk

Raising an eyebrow at the pugio now embedded in the wall next to his skull Johannes drawled out his greeting. "You know that never works right?"

Jaune blinked lazily back. "It's not like I was actually aiming at you," he said, yawning and rubbing his eyes. "So how was the trip?"

Ignoring the blondes smirk, Johannes picks up the satchel where it had fallen. "Absolutely wonderful," he snarked, pulling out the relevant papers and reports as he did so. "Long riding, a torn tent, dreadful weather, I rode through a storm you bastard, oh and let's not forget the Nxy spawn that seemed to only show up wherever I go. It was a wonderful time. By the way, whose brilliant idea was it to close the harbour? I would like to thank them for the extended journey."

"Violence is beneath you my friend," He said with that same smirk, ignoring the glare Johannes was shooting at him and the scoff that accompanied it. "The Farseers reported a school of Razorfins that were nesting in the harbor so they closed it down until the Third Fleet comes back in from patrolling the Gulf," the Legate said as he gestured for Johannes to sit down.

The faunus sighed deeply as he settled into a chair across from his friends desk. "What about the Second Fleet, or even Cassis Ravenna? When I passed through the capital they were on standby." Even as the words left his mouth Johannes knew the answer. The Second Fleet was currently sitting outside of Caer Sidi, Ishiro's fortress capital as a show of force and Cassis Ravenna would never leave Ravenna's harbour for anything less than an imminent invasion. "Nevermind," he said, waving off the snarky comment he knew was heading his way.

Jaune gave him an amused smile then let it drop from his face. "Now, please give me a brief overview Tribunus."

Slipping into the professionalism drilled into his being by years of rigorous training and hellish combat, Johannes began his report. "The agents we seeded into Ishiro's population say that for the most part the nobles are content with the way things have changed. There was some grumbling, especially amongst their borderlords but we weren't expecting anything else."

"Any signs of civil unrest amongst the populous?"

Johannes shook his head. "His Majesty," he ignored the sour taste the title gave him. It was a different King, a different time, he reminded himself before continuing. "Is almost obscenely popular with the common man and even the minor nobles. The greater Kaiju Lords are keeping quiet for the most part, with only Houses Anguirus, Rodan, and Mothra pledging open support. House Manda has quietly declared its support but their head is waiting to see how the situation develops before doing any more."

Humming in agreement, Jaune pulled out the relevant reports and began to scan them, his eyes glowing with a golden ring. "And the other Kingdoms?"

"Well Shisa could care less what we do politically, though King Caesar has included a request for trading rights. King Kong released a statement saying that any Roman found in his territory would be immediately deported, any who resisted would be executed on the spot. And relations with Venusia have deteriorated to the point where any Roman they can get a hold of is a dead Roman."

Jaune groaned into his hands. "Were you at least able to gather support for the campaign in Ravenna?"

That was something the Johannes was happy to talk about. "I actually was able to talk both Houses Juli and Judi to offer their support in the Senate. With our combined clout the motion was carried through. Congratulations Praetor," He gave the newly appointed Praetor a smile. "You have been given command of the Second, Fourth, and Seventh Legions. Admiral Gorgines Ignatius and the Second Fleet will serve as both escorts and naval support."

"And what did you promise to gain that support?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

Instead of voicing his answer, Johannes just pointed at the relevant part of the paper. He knew the exact moment that Jaune read the passage because the words that spewed from his mouth were certainly not family friendly. In fact the Faunus was impressed by the sheer vitriol that dripped from his words.

"Wonderful…" he said before sighing. "Well that's another ten things that have to be done today. Great."

Desperate to change the subject Johannes asked him how his day went.

"Fairly well, the first group of Valeans will be arriving soon and my mother will be amongst them."

"Oh," he said, surprised. "I was wondering when I was going to meet your family."

Jaune nodded. "Yes, now what else, oh yes. Lady Mothra is in the city, she just got back from retrieving Edax Tonitrui for me. Its resting in the corner."

For a moment Johannes thought he had misheard him. Then he looked in the corner of the room and lo and behold there it was. The sacred fucking weapon of Caelus Invicti himself. He tried to voice the sheer 'what the fuck' he was feeling but the only thing he could voice was a very dry. "What."

-Monsters of Remnant-

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