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Beacon Auditorium
Hunter
"Reina Forrest, Scarlett and Scar Shade, and Perry Mason collected the two of Spades, black and red, and now form team SSPR, or Spear, led by Perry Mason!" Ozpin announced, the new students looking across to view their new teammates, appraising their new allies.
"Colt Silver, Hunter Ain, Rowan Emberstorm, and Mark Niccosu have been selected to work together as team CHRM, Chrome, led by… Colt Silver!"
The hall erupted into applause as my eyes widened. They had just put us all together, just as I had hoped! I looked to each of my new teammates; Colt nodded with a small smirk, and rowan shot me a smile, while Mark shot me a thumbs up.
"That wraps up all of the teams today, you may all return to your classes, and we will sort out the new team schedules and dorms rooms immediately." The Headmaster told us, then the crowd began to file up. Many of the students congratulated me, including the famous teams of RWBY and JNPR, plus Yatsuhashi of team CFVY.
Soon, I saw Colt stepping along with a nurse, back to the infirmary, and I stepped over. "Hey, Colt, you need me to take your stuff to the dorm?"
"Rowan's already on it, but thanks. I'll meet you guys there tomorrow." Colt said with a smile. "Though I swear I'm fully recovered." He emphasized to the nurse.
"You described yourself as 'okay' this morning, Mr. Silver, and now you're suddenly ready to take on the world? I don't think so." The nurse, whose hair was died purple on one side and red on the other, told him.
"Curse your policies. I have business to attend to!"
"And you can tend to it after you're released." The nurse scolded.
"But it's so boring in there!" Colt protested as she dragged him back to the infirmary. He suddenly adopted a British accent, "Nurse Green, I swear you'll re-fracture my arm if you continue to drag it like that!"
"Oh, hush, you overdramatic boy!" She laughed, then they disappeared around the corner.
"Ms. Ain?" I heard behind me, and I turned to see Ozpin holding a tablet. With a push of a button I felt my Scroll beep and he spoke. "All of your information has been sent to your Scroll. I want you and the rest of your team in my office tomorrow morning at 6:30."
"May I ask why?" I inquired, and he grinned.
"All will be revealed, Ms. Ain." He said, then walked away. I returned to grab my bags, and then met up with Rowan and Mark, who were hoisting their own bags over their shoulders.
"While our daredevil director is recovering," Mark said as we started walking towards the dorm complex, "We can get settled in."
"We can video call him so we get his say in the room layout." Rowan told me. "We'll spend a bit decorating and moving the stuff around to our preferences, then I'm going to get that party planned out."
"That's right, you've got a bet to settle." Mark pointed at Rowan, whose grin widened.
"Alright, let's get started." I said with a smile. "Team CHRM. Kind of has a ring to it."
"I figured it'd be Charm, not Chrome." Mark noted
"Chrome is cooler." Rowan laughed, and we continued to banter as we headed out.
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York
"Agent York, you and Agent Maine have been requested to travel to Beacon Tower for a meeting with Headmaster Ozpin." Delta popped up as I was watching the news. "He says to meet him in his office at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning, right after your 'night shift'. He states that it is urgent that you not be late."
"Five in the morning?" Maine growled from the floor, where he was cleaning Brute's Regret. "He thinks I'm going to go meet with him at five in the morning. Like hell!"
"Easy, Maine." York said as he switched the TV off. "Let's go and see what he wants."
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Song: Some Nights- Fun.
That night, Beacon Gardens
Ruby
I strolled around the gardens, which were just beginning to bud with the promise of Spring. I looked at the roses, life starting to seep into them, and sighed.
"Never really took you for a flowery kinda girl." I heard a voice say behind me. I flipped around as soon as I recognized it, seeing Colt standing there in the moonlight.
"Colt, what are you doing? You're supposed to be in the hospital!" I told him.
He smiled, his trench rustling against his swords as he shifted. "According to their records, I am."
"How are you doing?"
"I'm fine. Doc's letting me out tomorrow." Colt joked, and I grinned.
"Why are you out here?"
"I'm sneaking out, got some business to take care of." He said simply. He stepped up and wrapped his arms around my waist while leaning down, allowing me to wrap my own around his neck. He straightened, lifting me by surprise, and instinctively my legs curled around him as he pressed his lips against mine. He trailed along my jaw to my ear. "Not going to tell on me, are you?" He teased.
I grinned and whispered back. "I think I can let it slide this time."
"I'd better get going." He said, easily letting me back onto the ground. "I'll see you later."
I nodded, then he turned and began walking towards the bullheads, while I stared after him with a hungry look in my eyes and a heated look on my face and feeling inside.
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Colt
I walked onto the docks and towards the ship that called to me, down on the farthest end of the pier. It was a full-rigged galleon, slender with a long deck and many guns in rows. It had silver sails and a figurehead of a ghost holding a lit lantern, due to the approaching darkness of night promised in the dusk. My boots thudded on the boards as I walked, the strains of a song being led from aboard the ship drifted towards me.
Now we are ready to head for the Horn,
Weigh, hey, roll an' go!
Our boots an' our clothes boys are all in the pawn,
To be rollickin' randy dandy O!
Heave a pawl, oh, heave away,
Weigh, hey, roll and go!
The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored,
To be rollickin' randy dandy O!
Man the stout caps'n and heave with a will,
Weigh, hey, roll an' go!
For soon we'll be drivin' her 'way up the hill.
To be rollickin' randy dandy O!
Heave a pawl, oh, heave away,
Weigh, hey, roll and go!
The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored,
To be rollickin' randy dandy O!
Heave away, bullies, ye parish-rigged bums,
Weigh, hey, roll and go!
Take yer hands from yer pockets and don't suck yer thumbs.
To be rollickin' randy dandy O!
Heave a pawl, oh, heave away,
Weigh, hey, roll and go!
The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored,
To be rollickin' randy dandy O!
We're outward bound for Vallipo Bay,
Weigh, hey, roll and go!
Get crackin', me lads, it's a hell of a way!
To be rollickin' randy dandy O!
Heave a pawl, oh, heave away,
Weigh, hey, roll and go!
The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored,
To be rollickin' randy dandy O!
Heave a pawl, oh, heave away,
Weigh, hey, roll and go!
The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored,
To be rollickin' randy dandy O!
I smiled, then, with my gambler-style hat and mask on, stepped onto the boarding plank. "Permission to board?"
A man appeared at the rail, a hand resting on the pistol of his hip. "Who goes there?"
"Colt Silver, of Jackson City."
"What trickery is this? Not only do you impersonate our dead captain, but you claim to be his deceased son. Have you no shame?"
"It is truly I." I said, "And I can prove it to you. Bring me to your current commander."
"Come aboard, stranger."
I walked up the plank and pulled off my hat and mask, a few of the sailors gasped and muttered.
"He looks like his father!"
"Spitting image!"
"Come on, let's go talk to the captain." The man who granted me access to the ship told me.
We stepped inside the captain's quarters, where a man wearing a classic Aussie hat sat over a map.
"A visitor to see you, Captain Tanner."
"What's your name?" The captain asked without looking up.
"Cole Silver." I said evenly, trying to keep the grin from my face as the captain's head shot up, and his eyes widened. "Impossible." He whispered, then he stood and rushed in front of me, seeming to examine me before he drew the conclusion, "You are John's son." He cried, then wrapped me in a hug, which I didn't expect.
When he pulled away, he explained. "You father was my best friend. I was named as your godfather. And now, you're here!" Tears pricked his eyes, and I examined the man who claimed to be my godfather. "Captain James Tanner." He introduced
He stood about six feet tall, wearing a navy blue trench coat with gold buttons, a white dress shirt underneath. Captain tanner had unkempt black hair and a beard of long stubble. His eyes, happy and sad at the same time, were hazel, and his nose was slightly crooked, probably broken in a fight.
"Break the news to the men, Nix." Tanner said to the first mate. "The prodigal son has returned."
The night passed on with much rejoicing and music. I figured the Specter had one of the best choral crews I'd ever seen, which seemed like a strange sentence, since most naval men had horrible singing voices.
"So, Master Silver, what do you need from our crew?"
"I may need it for transportation. I know that this is one of the fastest ships on the sea, and I may need it to get from place to place, you know the bullheads don't really leave the mainland. Or for a package drop."
"Anything you need, it's yours. Your father left this ship to you in his will, and we've just been taking care of it, seeing as we thought all of Captain Silver's children had died in that Grimm attack." Tanner told me.
I squirmed in my seat, then looked the man. "Captain Tanner, I have some… troubling news." I started. "Jackson City was sabotaged before the attack, first the dam, then the city defenses, and someone blocked all exits."
The galleon burst into roars of anger and question. "Who would do such a thing?"
"I have a few leads, and trust me, I will hunt down those responsible and make them pay." I told them, a hard determination setting in my eyes.
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Rowan
*Flashback*
"How'd Recon go?" Archangel asked as Overseer and I stepped back into our makeshift camp.
"I have a plan." I told her as I pulled my hood down, then quickly turned and drew my blade, blocking a strike for Overseer.
"Oh, no. I was so close." Overseer deadpanned, then returned to a normal standing position.
"As I was saying, I think we should take out the dam just before we weaken the gates, that way more of the men and workers will be out of the town when the Grimm attack."
"Why do you seem to know that the Grimm will attack Jackson?" Archangel questioned.
"Ellie Miller, one of our main targets, is having a child within the next few days. That much pain should be enough to bring the first wave, then all the sorrow from the attack will surround the city, leaving little to no survivors."
Archangel nodded. "What must we do, Gabriel?"
"Overseer can set the charges the day before I plan Miller to pop, then you go and make sure the guards on the wall are successfully weaken while I weaken the gate. You make sure I'm not spotted, then go and seal the other exits with that welder I know you have hidden on your person."
"This plan is very sound. Most of the guards will be concentrating on the forest, watching for Grimm during the birth, not expecting an attack from behind." Overseer chimed in.
"When do we go into action?" Archangel asked.
I sighed. "Tomorrow."
"Well, we're nothing if not quick." She commented.
*Flashback End*
Song: Sound of Silence - Disturbed
I bolted into an upright position from my bed and took a deep breath as pain hit me in the head. I looked over to the clock I'd set next to my bed, I had woken about fifteen minutes before we needed to be up, and I cursed softly, then swung off the bed.
After we reached our rooms, we learned that the beds were carved into the walls, with drawers underneath and slide-open closets on the sides. I stepped into the bathroom and washed my face with cold water, repeating a monk chant in my mind that would clear my mind of the nightmarish memory I had experienced.
Begone, dark thoughts, from my mind.
I shall not entertain your kind.
Though you seem to claim my rest,
When I wake I can beat your test.
Plague my thoughts no more,
And remained locked behind the door.
Now, I control what thoughts I hold,
And no longer will you make me cold.
I dressed silently in my combat gear while the others slowly began waking. Mark rolled out of bed and stretched, fully clothed and ready, slipping his weapon, which I had learned was named Flaming Fury last night, onto his back before stepping into the bathroom to fix his blue hair.
Hunter, from her position above my bed, swung her legs over the side and slipped down, dressed in w white tank top and black cotton pants with gold tribal flames running down the sides. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and a necklace with a silver shark tooth hung from her neck.
She shot me a smiled, then opened her closet with the push of a button, sliding open with a hydraulic hiss. She pulled on her magnetic back plate and slid a denim jacket over it, then filled the pockets with shells and bullets, then waited until the bathroom was open and took a pair of jeans and her boots, emerging six minutes later fully dressed. She stepped over and slid her .30-30 onto her back along with a Sharps, then slid her short sword into her belt.
"Ozpin wants us at his office at 7:30, and its three minutes to 6." Mark pointed out. "We got time to kill."
"I say we grab some breakfast and head to the infirmary, visit Colt." Hunter suggested, and we nodded in agreement.
We stopped by the cafeteria and picked up disposable plates of food, then headed to the infirmary. When we arrived, I trekked up the steps to Colt's current room, which was on the third floor. When I entered, I saw the bed freshly made and empty, and Hunter gasped. "Where is he?"
"If you're looking for your friend, Ozpin called him up to the office, and signed him out." The same nurse that had attended to Colt yesterday said from behind us.
"Ozpin called him?" Mark asked, and she confirmed with a nod.
"Then I guess we should head that way." I told them.
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Beacon clock tower
Colt
As I entered the bottom floor of the tower, the elevator opened to reveal a man dressed in a denim jacket and grey shirt, jeans trailing to his combat boots.
"York?" I asked as he and Maine stepped out of the elevator.
"Hey, kid. Just got done talking to Ozpin, and I think I might need you here pretty soon."
"What did he need you for?"
"I get the feeling that Ozpin will fill you in." The Freelancer said with a grin. "I'll contact you soon, alright?"
I nodded, then entered the elevator, pressing the necessary button.
"Ah, Mr. Silver." Ozpin said as I stepped into his office, the tick of the gears above only providing white noise. "I suppose you're wondering why I called you here earlier than the rest of your team?"
"Indeed, Professor."
"I have some information on your father, Colt." Ozpin told me, and I froze. "Information that I need to tell you.
"You see, your father was a very important man. The business he ran, while extremely useful, was nothing but a farce." Ozpin began, examining my face for reaction. I blinked and nodded. "In secret, he was part of a very high order of people that know things about this world that only few were privy to: The Grey Syndicate."
There was a pause, and I sighed, "Must I really say it? Alright who were the Grey Syndicate?"
"List as many Grimm as you can think of." Ozpin told me.
I counted on my fingers. "Beowolf, Ursa, Deathstalker, King Taijitu, Nevermore, Creeper, Gryphon, and Beringel."
"There are many others. Some are known as Ancient Grimm, much resembling dragons, or giant humanoid Grimm called Titans. But those are very rare." Ozpin told him. "And then, there are the hybrids, combinations of Faunus and Grimm."
"What?"
"They are Grimm mixed with humans, like a wolf or a bat."
"You're trying to tell me that werewolves and vampires exist?" I scoffed.
Ozpin nodded. "But Grimm are not our only worries, are they, Mr. Silver? There is also the White Fang, corrupt leaders, and bad people plotting something big. I'm taking a big chance on team CHRM, and I expect you to lead them to victory. We have some of the best specialists giving you millions of lien in equipment, and we will not waste your talents on a few lowly Grimm." Ozpin said.
"I would hope not, it would be a waste of their potential." I told him. "You want my team to join the Grey Syndicate."
"Indeed. You are going to be my SpecOps students, and we will send you across the world to banish threats. When you're not on a mission, you're training will be largely separate from those of the other students. We will be teaching you tactics that others haven't heard of for years. You will be taking private lessons in combat, science, and other forms of training, as well as stimulation and testes for the new AIs."
"New AIs?"
Church appeared on the desk and nodded. "Ozpin and I have been sorting out the details, and we've successfully worked with some of the best scientists, and lent us two more Smart AI, which will be paired with your teammates."
"We have also created a new blueprint for a removable system for the AI, so that, when they choose, they can be plugged into genetically synthesized bodies that have the same functions as a human." Ozpin stated. "Though we may be a bit of a distance from that stage."
I nodded at all these new developments. "So, when will we have the AI implanted into my team?"
"As soon as your team arrives, which will be in a few minutes, as Nurse Green just informed. For now, I must tell you more." Ozpin said. "I managed to coax the fact that Jackson City was sabotaged from Church, and want you to know I will help you in any way to help you avenge them. Next, the ship your father captained, they are all aware of his position, and have already offered their services to you as soon as I contacted them last night, though I was interested to find out you had just left the premises yourself. In fact, the ship technically belongs, and I would be happy to assign you a period to work there, perhaps even take over the Specter."
I shifted uncomfortably, and then I looked to Church. "You're sure it's safe to implant you?"
"Sure thing, man. I revised the Director's plans so that the AI are easily removable, but it can't be extracted by force, it has to willingly leave the host, and we also adjusted it so it fits better against the skull, while also minimizing possible damage to the brain." Church affirmed.
"Which AI are you planning to pair to my team?"
"The Alpha will be paired with you, and Beta will go to Mr. Niccosu, while our newer AI Psi will be paired with Mr. Emberstorm and the other, Rho, will go to Hunter." Ozpin answered, then the door opened to release my new team into the room. Rowan nodded with his usual grin, but I could see a slight sadness behind his eyes. Hunter smiled and waved, and Mark shot me a salute.
"And now that the rest of Team CHRM has joined us, we will discuss the Grey Syndicate and your new partners."
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Underground facility, Beacon
Colt
"Hello, Team CHRM, I am Dr. Reginald Nike, the head scientist here. Now, I believe this anesthetic will numb most of the pain, but there may still be some discomfort and a slight chance of death at worst, or cancer." I saw a Young man in a white lab coat with electrified black hair spiked at the top and a pair of glasses adorning his face. "So, who would like to go first?"
I looked back to see my team fidgeting. Perhaps 'May cause cancer' wasn't the best approach.
"Church, you ready?" I asked aloud, and he appeared on a device labelled "Data chips."
"Let's get started." Church said almost enthusiastically.
The doctor beamed. "Excellent, let's get started!"