Chapter 20: Formal

It was here where once a river flowed. A cold and giving drink ran across flush shores. Full of life, but yet here we stand, in a place where all that once was is no more. Now, it is covered in a fine earth, dubbed forbidden by those who dwell above. Though, refuge is still sought not far from here, by those whom spite is drowned and those whose crimes are wished to be forgotten.

Ken hummed as he read the final words on the page. The poetic verses seemed so vague. It honestly didn't make any sense. Refuge? Crimes? God only knows what this author meant.

"Well?" asked the only other person in the classroom. An energetic sip followed the question. "What did you find?"

Ken looked up. Oobleck leant patiently against his large desk, his eyes hidden behind the reflection of his spectacles.

"Nothing. Not pertaining to Vacuo, anyway."

"Nonsense!" Oobleck zipped to the other side of the desk. He yanked the chord above the chalk board, revealing a large map of Remnant.

"Think, young man! What do you think this person is trying to describe?"

Ken walked over to the large map. He crossed his arms as he studied it.

"Okay, well the passage describes a river that used to flow. But Vacuo is a desert, right?" He rubbed his chin in thought. "Did Vacuo become a desert?"

"Not quite. Vacuo's dry lands have been here for centuries." A white baton slapped against the west side of Vytal. "Here is where the Kingdom of Vacuo is located! But as you may have guessed, it wasn't always there. To the south, there is a place called the Forbidden Sand Dunes. A desolate place, one shrouded in mystery since the Great War ravaged this planet. It is here that it's possible this author speaks about."

Ken grumbled. When he came asking for some help on the history of Vacuo, he wasn't necessarily expecting to read anything. Especially poetry. Doctor Oobleck sensed his frustration. Zipping around his desk again, he hastily refilled his mug with more caffeinated substance.

"The four kingdoms each have a long and bloody history," began the instructor. "Of the four, three have written texts and photographs that provide proof of what happened throughout the ages. But it is Vacuo, the great wasteland of Remnant, which has the least amount of evidence."

Ken was now intrigued. Oobleck continued. "Vacuo didn't have the blessing of technology until late into its inauguration as a kingdom, most of which were provided for by Atlas. As a result, Vacuo is the least advanced country."

"But what about scripture?" asked Ken. "Wouldn't they have scribed important events throughout their own history?"

Oobleck pressed his spectacles up high on his nose. "My boy, history tends to be forgotten when the people experiencing it are simply trying to do one thing: survive."

Ken nodded in understanding. It made perfect sense. Especially to a wastelander.

Oobleck turned his attention back to the map. "As the youngest and smallest kingdom of Remnant, Vacuo is the most difficult to get to in terms of travel. As a result, the native population have been isolated for many, many centuries. Once other countries discovered the people there, it was a shocker for the world indeed."

"Let me guess. Complete anarchy."

"Precisely, my dear boy," A proud smile adorned the green-haired man's face. "Over the years, however, Vacuo learned and adapted according to what they saw, and quickly became a powerful nation in its own way. Although, traces of their origin still remain in their culture."

"Brutality and savagery?"

"Some, but not excessive. These traits were most prominent in their soldiers during the war. But even after the war ended, traveling still remains very difficult due to the powerful sand storms. But, if you can get there…"

"'Those whose crimes are wished to be forgotten,'" hummed Ken. He held his chin in thought. It occurred to him now that Tukson may have been trying to make his way there for that reason. It made sense. Lord knows the Capital Wasteland could be ruthless, but to the common criminal, it can indeed be forgiving.

Amazing. Vacuo had plenty in common with the wasteland. It was a wasteland. Looks like some traveling was in the Lone Wanderer's future.

Ken looked up towards the hyperactive professor, who was taking a long hearty drink from his steaming mug.

"Does the term Specter Candidate mean anything to you?"

Oobleck suddenly coughed and spat. He slammed his mug on his desk and zipped around his desk in front of Ken.

"Dear Dust! Young man, where did you hear that term?!"

Ken flinched. He wasn't expecting this type of reaction.

"I encountered some…interesting characters in the city. Contestants from Vacuo."

Oobleck pressed his frames hard against the bridge of his nose. The long frown and tense jaw told Ken that the professor wasn't happy about his little discovery. But that also meant he had an answer. Unfortunately for Ken, it seems he may not share it.

"It is not important." Oobleck returned to his mug. Ken sighed.

"With all due respect, sir, you wouldn't be completely ignoring the subject if it wasn't. Especially with a reaction like that, you and I both know I'll simply keep on digging."

Ken watched the professor's back for a while. Some time went by before he heard a loud sip and chuckle.

"You are a silver-tongued devil, Mr. Ramirez."

"'Silver-tongued devil'?" mimicked Ken. He smiled. "That's a new one."

Oobleck turned around. He smiled. "As much as I'd love to satisfy your curiosity, young lad, I'm afraid that is a question I myself cannot answer." The professor stepped forward, taking another loud sip from his mug. "The headmaster, on the other hand, can. And he will. In time."

Ken's eyebrow raised instinctively. The way the professor said that made it seem like something else seemed to be going on. And it made Ken nervous.

"Just know that it is a fragile subject. I suggest you keep it to yourself in the meantime."

"Why so secretive about it?" Ken asked wondrously.

"Let us just say that the Great War of our world has taught us many lessons. Some of which many people have yet to learn from."

Interesting. If that was the case, Ken was sure Ozpin wouldn't hide it from him if it wasn't important to his current situation. Although, the subject brought up something else in his mind. One he had forgotten about when he first started at Beacon.

"This…Great War. I remember the lecture from some time ago. I never got the chance to ask you." Ken swallowed hard, as if afraid of the answer he might get. "What was it about, exactly?"

Oobleck zipped around the office in response. After a few seconds, or what felt to Ken as the fraction of one, the professor reappeared in front of his student.

"I am disappointed! You weren't paying attention!" Oobleck sipped away again. "But you'll understand soon enough. It was truly a war of ignorance. A reason that has led many civilizations to its end."

Ken's breathing hitched. "I see. So I guess what they say about war is true. Even here."

The professor adjusted the frames on his face again. "And what might that be, Mr. Ramirez?"

Ken looked at Oobleck. A curious expression was present behind those reflective lenses, one that Ken could only attribute to a hungry history teacher.

He was about to explain when a loud knock interrupted him. Oobleck looked up towards the entrance.

"Come in!"

The door opened, revealing an orange-haired student shyly peeking around the barrier.

"Hi, Doctor! Sorry, I was looking for- Oh! Hi, Kenny!"

Ken smiled and waved. When he did, he couldn't ignore the small detail of Gretchen's face turning a light shade of pink. 'That's new,' he thought.

Gretchen froze. "Am I interrupting? It's not important, I can-"

"No need, silly girl!" rushed the doctor before the Faunus could even finish her thoughts. "We just concluded our meeting! Run along now, Mr. Ramirez. And remember to find those books in the library! I am certain you'll find more information there."

Ken nodded in gratitude. He made his way towards the exit where Gretchen was patiently waiting. Ken got to know the fox Faunus a little bit better since his time here. She was a bit shy, and by no means a people person. She was much more open with other Faunus. Naturally of course. She was fond of Blake, and was occasionally found near her in the library. Blake didn't seem to mind.

But for some reason, Ken was the only human that Gretchen actually opened up to. Even her team has had a hard time cracking her. She gravitated towards him whenever she could. And she always had that slight shade of pink on her cheeks. Ken found it odd, since the other girls normally don't have that.

Now, however, it was much different. He noticed she was a bit tense, as if she was suddenly unsure of herself. She was avoiding eye contact with him and as he got closer, that shade of pink only got brighter and deeper. Ken hummed in thought. Girls are really weird. Granted, Ken finally accepted the fact that he was terrible when it came to the subject. He knew nothing about them.

Well, then again…does anyone?

"Hey, Gretchen," Ken started. He wasn't sure what to do to make her less uncomfortable, but just those few words made her twitch. Ken became concerned. "Is something wrong?"

Gretchen shot up, slightly startling Ken. The Faunus laughed awkwardly.

"Huh?! Oh, n-no!" She stressfully rubbed the back of her neck. "I was…Well, I wanted to ask…I just…I mean, I wanted to…"

Ken observed the flustered girl while she fumbled with her words. He has never seen someone so confused before. The insecure babble was something the Wanderer found foreign. But also quite cute.

"What's wrong, Gretchen?" Ken chuckled. "Cat got your tongue?"

Gretchen stopped. Her look went suddenly grim. Ken's heart stopped for a moment. She looked like she was about to hurt him.

It finally hit him when the fluffy tale behind the Faunus twitched reminded him.

"Oh. OH. I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"

Gretchen sighed. Her somber look was replaced with a sweet smile.

"It's okay. Where are you headed?"

"I was probably going to go to the gym for a bit. Let my mind process a few things."

Gretchen's redness deepened more. If that were even possible.

"Cool. I'm headed in that direction." She broke eye contact again. "M-may I walk with you?"

Ken blinked in confusion. Of all the things he was expecting, Gretchen being suddenly uncomfortable around him was lowest on the list. Actually, it wasn't even on the damn list. Ken decided it was just best if he played along and agreed.

"You remember when we met?" Gretchen stated after a moment, "At the shop?"

Ken smiled as he pretended to have a hard time remembering. "You know, I don't recall. I just thought you started following me!"

He yelped in pain when a playful set of knuckles dug into his bicep.

"Ow!"

"Don't be like that!" giggled Gretchen. "You know what I mean!"

"Alright, I surrender!" Ken looked over. As they walked, he noticed she was admiring her charm again. Every now and then, he would catch her fiddling with it with a wide grin on her face.

"I'm glad you like that," he said softly. Gretchen grinned.

"You said someone who cared about you gave it to you," she said carefully. "Who were they?"

Ah. A natural question. It was only a matter of time, really. Ken smiled as he recalled the origins of the charm. He set his hands behind his head as he thought.

"Well, back home there's a little place not a lot of people know about. Maybe it's because very few people know how to find it, or maybe people don't believe it exists. But north of where I was born, there is a little patch of green called 'Oasis'. And it's just that. An oasis where trees actually grow."

"Trees?" Gretchen looked a bit confused. "What do you mean? Trees grow everywhere, don't they?"

"Not where I'm from. Life on Earth died after the bombs were dropped. Trees are practically extinct now."

Gretchen's breath hitched. A place without trees? That's horrible!

Ken looked out through the glass panes in the hall. The warm rays of the setting sun lit up the large hallway. "That's what I love about this place. It's just full of…life."

Ken turned his attention back to the Faunus. "Anyway, I discovered the location after hearing about it and sought it out. Once there, I found a people that live there in isolation. They were kind, if not a little misguided."

"Who were they?" Gretchen curiously asked.

"They called themselves the Treeminders. They had their own religion, of sorts. The 'god' they worshipped was the reason why the trees there could grow. It was there I met a friend. She was sweet and kind. I guess she just appreciated me being nice, and she gave me that charm as a gift."

Gretchen smiled. It was always so heartwarming for her when Ken would speak fondly of someone. He does it quite often. He has told her about a few adventures he had, but it was mostly just the characters he encountered that he spoke about in detail. He was such a people person.

But this time, his brightness and chipper mood was a little more than usual. And…it was all about a girl. Gretchen suddenly felt a pang of jealousy.

"Did…anything go on between the two of you?" she hesitantly asked.

Ken gave her a weird look. "Uh…what do you mean?"

"Like…I don't know…"Gretchen trailed off as she immediately regretted her question. Of course something did! He was kind, and tall, and handsome-

Kens deep laughter startled the girl's thoughts. "Gretchen. She was eight years old."

Ken had to hold himself back from bursting out laughing. Gretchen's eyes had gone wide and her face was redder than a strawberry. She looked as though she was about to burst.

Letting out a soft snicker, Ken simply set a soft hand on her shoulder. After she settled down some, Ken simply smiled. "Her name was Yew. And she would be more than happy for you to have that."

Gretchen played with the necklace some more. She found it fascinating that in two completely different worlds, something so small can exist in both. After all, the one she tried to buy was identical to this one. She almost didn't even pick it up. When she saw it, she knew that she was going to get yelled at. But she took a risk. Which she never does. And since that day, she was so glad she did.

"So how is it that trees can grow there?"

"I met someone named Harold," continued Ken. "He was the reason why. But that's…a long story."

Maybe it was best not to go into any details. Gretchen may not be too fond of them. Ken's heart sank at the memory of old Harold. Oasis was such a great place. It provided hope for the wasteland, something Ken appreciated without end. But it wasn't the same after he left it for the first time. Perhaps it could've been different, but Ken believes deep down that he did the right thing. After all, he felt stronger as a result. Mentally and physically. Bullets don't pierce his skin easily, and it feels like every inch of his skin was armor.

It was almost as if old Harold himself was protecting him. As a thank you for granting his final wish.

Gretchen decided to brave the silence. "So…are you going to the dance tonight?"

Ken looked surprised. "Wait. That's tonight?"

Gretchen giggled. "Of course it is, silly! Did you forget?"

Ken rubbed his head and laughed. "Yeah, I guess I did. Probably because I wasn't really planning on going."

"What? Why not?" asked the Faunus innocently, if not a little panicked.

"Well, I have no real reason to go. And I haven't heard anything from Blake…"

At the mention of her compatriot's name, Gretchen felt her spirits drop. The implication was clear. Then again, she had always suspected. He would ask about her a lot, since he knew she normally talked to her.

She suddenly remembered something. She seemed a little more excited when it occurred to her.

"Oh yeah. I spoke to her yesterday about it."

"Really?" Ken was excitingly intrigued. "What did she say?"

Gretchen sighed. "She said she didn't want to waste her time with that kind of thing. Do you know who Sun is?"

"I think so. I briefly met him once."

"Well he was the one who asked her. And she turned him down. Poor guy. He looked really sad. I saw the whole thing."

"I see." The Wanderer became gloomy again.

The pair continued in silence. Gretchen had sensed Ken's longing, and decided maybe it was best not to prod him anymore. She didn't want to annoy him too much, what with her final question being the most important.

But, right as she thought the time was right, someone just ahead appeared from around the corner. They were sprinting towards them, a terrified look in their eyes.

Ken almost drew his weapon when he realized who it was.

"Jaune?!" asked the two simultaneously.

"Gretchen! There you are!" The blonde came to a screeching halt in front of them. He was gasping hard, as if he just outran a pack of Beowolves. "Well? Did you ask him?"

Gretchen's bright red color returned to her face. "Uh…no not yet…"

"WHAT?!" Jaune reached up and grabbed his messy blonde hair. "Do it already! We don't have much time!"

Ken was extremely confused. Jaune's sense of panic and Gretchen's hesitance were awakening his instincts. He kept his hand on the grip of his Blackhawk after it materialized.

"Jaune? What's wrong?" he demanded. He kept his eyes focused at the end of the hall where the blonde came from. "Grimm?"

"Huh? Oh, no! Nothing like that!" Jaune waved his hands. "Gretchen, you have to hurry! They're coming!"

"I thought we had more time!"

"No! Make it quick!"

Ken wasn't convinced. This type of panic always meant trouble. That's it, then. Time to engage-

"Kenny?"

The innocent tone that was used made Ken snap back into reality. He looked to his left, where Gretchen stood hiding her hands behind her back. She avoided his gaze as she shifted on her feet.

"Would you…would you like to go to the dance…w-with me?"

Ken was shocked. Was this why she was acting so strange lately? It was weird, honestly. But it made some sense, he supposed.

"Oh. Was that what you wanted to ask me?"

Gretchen nodded enthusiastically

Ken sighed. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea. He had a very important task this evening, one that he knew he couldn't miss. Going with Gretchen to the dance was a set-up for disaster.

But he couldn't help being flattered. Here was this cute girl asking him to go to something so trivial, but yet it just meant so much to her.

Honestly, though, he would have preferred to have gone with Blake…

Ah, well. No need to be an ass. Ken smiled when he realized how long he was taking to answer when Gretchen was beginning to look worried.

"Yeah. I'd love to."

Gretchen beamed. Her color practically brightened the room. Jaune, too. He clapped loudly.

"Alright! Congratulations!"

Ken looked over concerned. "Wait. You said something was coming. What did you mean?

Jaune's face went pale when he remembered. "Oh. Right." He was about to answer when Canton suddenly appeared next to him.

"They found us!" he exclaimed. "They are coming this way!"

"Who?!" asked Ken furiously. "Who's coming?"

His response didn't come from his two comrades before him. In fact, it didn't come in the form of words at all. It came in the form of a loud rumbling sound, in the same direction where Canton and Jaune had come from. Loud, earth-racking footsteps raced their way down the once quiet hall.

"There he is!"

"KENNY! What are you doing tonight?!"

"Kenny! Are you going to the dance tonight?!"

"Hey Kenny! Do you have a date alrea- WHO'S THAT?!"

Jaune, Gretchen, Canton and Ken all looked astonished at the vast amount of people coming.

All of them girls.

Jaune turned to face his friends. His voice was barely audible as the rumbling became frightenly louder.

"RUN!"

The day ended in a flash. Ken was astonished. It was almost depressing to see such a beautiful day disappear so suddenly and convert into an equally breathtaking night. Quite literally, honestly. Especially since he had to outrun an endless sea of jealous girls.

But now, he found himself shifting the neck tie of his brand new suit just outside Beacon grounds. He never liked the feel of suits in general, but there was something about the style that he had always loved. The people of the old world always wore this type of attire, but to a wastelander it was constricting and limiting. However, this situation called for a more formal attire, and Ken couldn't help but being excited to wear a brand new suit tailored to his size.

The moon offered plenty of light as he waited patiently for his date. He observed it a moment, curiosity turning into imagination at the sight of the shattered pieces.

'What happened to you?' he asked the moon.

"Hey, Kenny!" called an excited voice behind him. "Are you ready?"

Ken turned to the voice that called to him. Gretchen was smiling shyly, hiding her hands behind her. She looked beautiful. A silky orange dress gracefully covered her pale body, from her shoulders down to her knees. It sparkled in the moonlight, along with a small matching handbag in her grasp.

Ken gulped. "Wow. You look…you look great!"

Gretchen lit up brighter than the moon. "T-thanks. You look great, too."

"Meh, I wouldn't go that far," Ken shifted his cuffs. "This suit kinda just fell in my lap. And this tie barely lets me breath!"

Gretchen simply giggled at Ken's awkwardness. She walked up and adjusted his tie, allowing Ken to breathe fresh air. "Well, I'd say it's well worth it. You look handsome."

Ken smiled. The Faunus looped her arm into Ken's. "Come on. The others are probably getting impatient."

"So…," started Ken as they made their way to the docking bay. "What was that whole deal that happened this morning?"

Gretchen sighed at the bitter memory. "Ah. It's hard to explain…"

"I got nothing but time here," he persisted.

Gretchen rolled her eyes. "Well…word had it for a while that you already had a date to the dance. Before that, though, a lot of girls were trying to figure out how to get you to ask them."

"Huh," said Ken wondrously, "I guess that explains why most of them had been extra nice to me."

Gretchen laughed. "After the rumor spread, a lot of girls just gave up. But it wasn't until recently that they found out that you didn't have a date. And that the girl they thought you were going with….well, didn't exist. At all."

"Wait." Ken looked at Gretchen suspiciously. "You didn't have anything to do with that, did you?"

Gretchen's blush only got brighter. "Ummm…let's just say I'm glad I got to you first…"

Ken laughed, startling the Faunus slightly. "Well I'm flattered you would go through all of that trouble."

The Faunus practically replaced the light of the moon. They finally met with Canton and Regina, who were joined by Jaune, Ren, and Nora, much to Ken's pleasant surprise. Together, they took a shuttle down to the location of the event, passing the time with light-hearted conversation and games.

When they finally got there, the place wasn't very crowded. It was still early, and only a few guests had arrived. Greeting them at the door was a bright and chipper Yang, who eagerly waved at the sight of her friends.

"Hey, guys!" she sung cheerily. "Oh wow, you all look ~awesome~!!"

"Thanks!" Jaune said excitedly.

"You're early, but that means there's plenty of seats and food for you!" Yang turned her attention to Ken. She smiled widely, but Ken saw a slight hitch in it when she caught site of Gretchen. With her arm tightly around his.

"Oh." She said, a little mildly. "Hi, Gretchen! Where's Erwin?"

Gretchen rolled her eyes. "He's back in Atlas for the weekend. I guess he's got more important things to do."

Ken observed Yang curiously as she simply nodded. He wasn't sure why, but it looked as though Yang was a bit somber.

"Well, how convenient," Yang rolled her eyes. She smiled. "Well, the rest of my team will be here soon. Be on the lookout for them!"

Ken wondered why Yang suddenly brought up the subject of her team. And why Gretchen suddenly went pale. Of course they would be here! And if Gretchen was right, Blake wasn't going to show up at all. Was Yang…implying something?

But, Ken figured it was best to ignore it. He had plenty on his mind already.

After getting checked in, the group found themselves a table and spent some time eating dinner while the rest of the guests arrived. The evening officially began when the hosts, the Beacon staff, finally arrived and made a toast. To all the great warriors-to-be in the room.

Ken found the event to be absolutely astounding. As you might guess, this was something completely new to the ambassador of Earth. He knew the Old World had events much like this, some even going on multiple days.

But actually getting to experience it was just…something else entirely. Throughout the night, people would dance and converse, eat and drink to their hearts content, all the while simply just enjoying the atmosphere that was set in light of the Vytal festival. Naturally, Ken had no idea how to dance, but with a slight tutorial from his friends and a good amount of practice with his companion of the evening taught him the wonderful enjoyment of pacing along to the rhythm of music.

He couldn't remember the last time he had such an amazing time.

Even within this large amount of people, he finally began to feel comfortable with it. As he danced with an incredibly happy Gretchen, he felt as though there was no threat to him at all. Which was such a relaxing feeling. It was strange to not be on edge for once, and simply just enjoy himself.

Although that was tested well into the night. It was when they sat down at their table to take a break when he felt that familiar cold stare make the hairs on the back of his neck stand. As he sipped his drink, Ken looked around for the source of the damned disturbance of his peace.

He found it. In the form of those cold red eyes he had encountered before.

He stared right back at the green-haired girl. This time, they were joined by a pair of gray eyes. The tall young man had a much more evil look, while the girl had more of a hunger to them. They observed each other for a moment, until once again the red orbs relented and ripped away.

"Ken?" asked a concern Gretchen. She softly touched his arm. "What's wrong?"

Ken shook his head. He gave his companion a smile.

"Nothing," he lied. "Just thinking about the night, that's all."

He could practically feel Gretchen's relief. "Okay. Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to use the little girl's room."

"Huh?" Ken was a bit confused. Gretchen simply winked and left the table.

A moment went by when he heard a voice to his left.

"Enjoying the evening, Mr. Ramirez?"

Startled, Ken looked over. Professor Ozpin greeted him with a smile. When he made a motion to stand, the headmaster waved him to stay put, and he himself took the seat next to the Wanderer.

He set his cane against the table with a soft click. "I must say, there is much about you I have yet to learn."

"What makes you say that?" Ken asked with genuine curiosity.

"A person such as yourself is always watching for danger. Especially at a gathering such as this. But perhaps its purpose is helping you alike."

Ken tilted his head. 'What does he mean by that?'

"Well, I guess this is an exception. I wasn't sure what to expect, but this was something entirely different."

Ozpin nodded. He watched the couples on the dance floor as they moved rhythmically among it.

"It is very easy to forget who we are when we are so focused on attaining our goals," began the headmaster. Ken watched as he pressed his frames against his nose. "The human spirit is capable of so much. It's that type of resiliency that allows our kind to strive for only the best, and do nothing more than to reach for the stars."

"But it's that very stubbornness that can lead to its downfall, isn't it professor?"

Ozpin proudly beamed at Ken.

"It is nights like these that allow us to move on. Surrounded by friends and loved ones, the bonds we have formed become stronger, giving the spirit of mankind the very nourishment it needs in order to continue on for lifetimes to come."

Ken nodded. Fascinating how these simple words can mean so much. And even in a world so different than his own, it held true regardless.

"Mr. Ramirez," Ozpin said as he returned his gaze to the center of the floor. "I understand you have questions. And I know you are over encumbered with the burden of two worlds on your shoulders. However, if you don't set the weight down every once in a while, it will certainly crush you."

Ken tensed when the look returned to his gaze. This time, the proud look was replaced with one of worry. His eyes widened when he realized something.

'Does he know? About tonight?'

The headmaster stood on his feet. Ken followed suit. Ozpin grabbed his cane as he longingly looked at his newest pupil.

"Ken. I understand you do what you must. Just know that even the strongest can't always carry this type of burden. Especially alone."

Ken nodded. Just as the professor turned to leave, the headmaster spoke again.

"Enjoy yourself, Ken. Nights like these are the ones that we never forget."

Ken watched as the headmaster disappeared into the crowd. He was used to the mysterious aroma that Ozpin emitted whenever he was around. Hell, he was the very definition of mystery. Even his drinks were strange. To this day, no Beacon student knew the contents of Ozpin's mug whenever he was around. It didn't even have a smell!

But it was at this moment that Ken felt a bit uneasy. If Ozpin knew of this self-assigned mission of his, why was he trying to stop him? Or maybe Ken was just being paranoid again? He shook his head. No, that's ridiculous. Ozpin probably was just concerned for him.

A soft and familiar voice from behind halted his mind.

"Hey there. I honestly didn't think you'd come out tonight."

In a single lifetime, a person will discover the feeling that simply turning around will change everything. It will happen at least once. The way they see the world, time, or even themselves can dramatically alter their very reality. Ken knew this better than anyone. And he knew this was one of those times.

But when he did, it was the first time in his life he actually wished he had done it sooner. What stood before him was a sight that caused his mind to freeze and his heart to beat faster. The very world around him dissolved away, completely worthless in comparison to what he is witnessing. He went numb. He felt his jaw drop.

"Ken?" asked the person in question. "You there?"

It took a massive amount of effort for the Lone Wanderer to speak his next words.

"…Wow. Blake, you look….amazing."

Blake blushed. "Thanks. You're looking pretty dashing yourself. New suit?"

Ken unconsciously nodded. Blake giggled. "What made you come out?"

"Gretchen asked me," Ken replied. "Wait. She said you weren't going to come. What gives?"

Blake waved towards her partner at the front. "I have a good team looking out for me. I also owed Sun an apology." She walked up and grabbed Ken's arm. "And I'm sure you're date wouldn't mind if I stole a dance, would she?"

Ken smiled. Words escaped him as the dazzling girl took him to the center of the dance floor. He simply continued to admire her as they began to follow the sound of the newest classical tune. The orchestral measure reminded him of a certain song he loved back home. And it fit perfectly.

Living for you, is easy living

It's easy to live…

He didn't notice Gretchen returning to their table. And fuming at the scene the dashing couple were making as they entered the dance floor.

Yang snuck up next to her, scooting herself next to her mischievously. "Soooo….what's got you so blue?"

Gretchen was startled at the blonde's sudden appearance. "Huh? W-what do you mean?"

Yang crossed her arms and happily watched as he partner was laughing. "You know, I heard what happened today. That was a bit selfish, don't you think?"

Gretchen huffed in anger. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Well, I guess I can't blame you," said Yang. "You didn't know she was coming, so it's cool."

"…why did she have to come and ruin everything?" Gretchen mumbled angrily. Yang looked over in disgust for a moment, but then she sighed. She set a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"You know this was unavoidable."

Gretchen grumbled as she crossed her arms. But she was right. It was pretty selfish of her. It was pretty obvious that these two had a connection that rivaled anything anyone had ever seen.

The only two who didn't realize it yet were, well, Blake and Ken.

"I guess you're right."

"Kudos on the creativity, though! Next time I need a devilish plan to steal someone's man, I'll be coming to you first!"

Gretchen was about to give Yang a piece of her mind before she realized she was already gone.

Back on the dance floor, Blake giggled quietly. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

Ken laughed. "Okay, that's something I would expect from Yang."

Blake sighed. "I know. She's starting to wear off on me."

Ken unconsciously sighed a sigh of relief. Being in her presence again after so long was just…blissful. He smiled. "How've you been? We haven't talked in ages."

"It hasn't been that long," replied Blake matter-of-factly. She allowed Ken to guide her in a twirl. As she returned to him, she sighed herself. "I…haven't really been myself lately. But thanks to Yang, I'm much better now."

"Good to hear. I was worried sick about you."

Blake nodded. "I know. Everyone was. I'm sorry. It's just…it's been a crazy past few weeks."

"Believe me, I'm right there with you."

"I'm just not sure I'm ready for this whole…Huntress ordeal," she admitted. "I think I just take it all too seriously, you know?"

"I think that's what will make you a great Huntress, Blake." Ken gracefully led his partner into a smooth dance routine he learned from watching the others. "Just don't forget to have fun."

Blake laughed. "Okay, seriously, that's something I wouldn't expect from you either."

Ken smiled. "I guess my friends are wearing off on me, too."

"How do you do it, Ken?" Blake side stepped just in time when Ken almost set his foot down in the wrong spot. She giggled it away. "I can't even imagine what you went through back home, but yet you're still so…."she struggled when the word she wanted to say got stuck in her throat. She decided to go with something else. "…so kind."

Ken hummed in thought. "I don't know. My father, really. He taught me how far kindness and selflessness can truly go." He smiled as he recalled an earlier conversation. "And a wise man once told me that the human spirit is only as strong as its bonds with others."

Blake smiled sweetly at his words. Amazing…

Silence took over for a moment as the two simply just danced to the song. It served to only feed the ember inside Ken's chest. He knew he had accepted his feelings for the girl he was embraced with. But this…this moment. This tender moment made him realize that there was simply so much more.

"So…Ken?" Blake shyly asked, almost as if afraid to disturb their moment. "I've…been meaning to ask you something…"

Ken felt his heart leap into his throat. "Uh…yeah? What's up?"

He watched as she deeply blushed. What on Earth- err, Remnant, could have her so flustered?

When he tried to encourage her, he heard a loud beep at his left wrist. Annoyed at the interruption, Ken angrily looked at his Pip-Boy.

It was a reminder. The time glowed 11:59pm. And his mission began in one minute.

'Oh SHIT!'

"What is it? Everything okay?" Blake asked concerned.

Ken tried his best not to display his panic. He smiled as widely as he could. "Sorry, I have….an appointment. Yeah, and appointment!"

Blake, confused, looked at Ken in disbelief. "Ken, it's midnight. What could you possibly-"

"No time to explain!" Ken quickly darted for the exit. "I'll be back soon!"

Blake watched as Ken made his way to the back door. In the corner of her eye, the odd couple from Haven were watching him closely, too. When it shut, she crossed her arms in disbelief. After so long of no talking, and suddenly he just leaves? She shook her head and sighed.

"I guess some things never change…"

'Stupid, stupid, STUPID!' Ken was on the verge of smacking himself on the head. What the hell was he thinking?! Just bailing on her like that?! He grabbed his hair in anger, on the verge of pulling it out by its roots.

He should have stayed. He should have said FUCK IT, and just stayed. It was so nice, being with her. He would do anything to have a moment like that again…

But his instincts were buzzing again. He knew this was something he had to do. It was just too damn important. He loudly ground his teeth. He hated this.

He wrapped his pea coat tighter around him when a cold breeze made him shiver. Well, if he does this right, he may just be able to get back in time. Maybe he can find some way to make amends with Blake.

Shaking his head in an effort to clear it, he tapped into his Pip-Boy. The newest upgrade to his device popped up at his command. Taking a deep breath, he pressed send on the bright green screen.

"Huh? How the hell- WHAT DO YOU WANT, SCARFACE?!"

"Damn it, keep it down, Sarge!" Ken grumbled angrily. He knew it was a bad idea to have to depend on this prick. But he had no choice. "Were you able to get those coordinates from the drive I gave you?"

"That's why you're calling me?" angrily demanded the AI, "A monkey with a wrench would've been able to figure this shit out!"

"That's exactly why I gave it to you," Ken continued before the bot could spit back. "I need you to send them to my Pip-Boy. It's time."

"Ugh. Fine! Uploading now. Stand-by for processing….there! Done! Can I go back to sleep now?"

Ken rolled his eyes. "You're a robot, Sarge. You don't sleep."

"And YOU need to stop being an asshole! Now, if you'll excuse me, I got some American ladies to entertain who appreciate the freedom I protect for them!"

The line went dead as soon as Ken tried to reply. He shook his head. AI had a way to process information in a low-power state. It was basically exactly how a human dreams. Ken had to hold back his laughter when he imagined Sarge seducing a group of Robobrains. Oh, God that would be a sight to see!

His nerves reminded him of the situation at hand. If he was careful and everything went to plan, which it should because he rehearsed it over and over again in the mirror, he would get the information he needed without any problems. He'll be back in no time. This was going to be a breeze.

Ken followed the marker on his map. Luckily, the location wasn't far from the dance. It was just a few blocks down, so Ken wrapped his coat tighter and began to jog. He needed to get there quickly.

As he approached the alley, he noticed that the area was darker than the rest. Good. It meant he was where he needed to be.

He walked down the dark alley of his destination. The cold night air caused for the young man to shuffle in his clothes slightly. He forgot about how cold it can get. Winter was setting in. The wasteland had winter, but it was no different from the rest of the year. The cold, if it was at all, was barely noticeable. But here, it was easy to tell when the seasons were changing. And it was freezing.

His nerves seemed to help him forget about it though, as he finally turned the corner to where he needed to be. He noticed a large man standing underneath a spotlight, silently staring ahead into the street. Ken took a deep breath. Show time.

He approached the guard. The large man shifted his gaze to him, staring straight into the eyes of the scarred man. At the sight of the newcomer, the man raised a large hand in front of him.

"Halt," he boomed, "State your business here."

Ken adopted an aggravated tone. "My business? I'm here to take care of it, that's my business. Why are you in my way?"

The man growled. It was now that ken saw tan ears protruding from his head. Whisker-like features decorated his face, and sharp teeth clicked as they were exposed the cold air.

"Don't waste my time with stupid fucking questions, shrimp. Answer me, or I'll maul you right here."

Ken angrily took a deep breath and stepped towards him. The unexpected gesture made the Faunus a little more menacing.

"I'm here to talk to the cowards I call employees." Ken clenched his fists, prompting them to crack loudly. "They give the White Fang a bad name."

The lion Faunus blinked at the name. "Do they, now?"

"Now who's asking the stupid fucking questions?"

The Faunus stood up straighter. "Proof and password?"

"Proof? For what?"

The large man looked surprised to hear the question. "Prove to me that you are who I think you are."

Ken finally made the connection. He silently called on his other side, sensing the boiling in the center of his chest.

"Wilting Rose."

The rumbling growl of the voice made the Faunus freeze in his spot. He was deathly afraid now, and Ken could practically taste the fear seeping out of him. Whoever he thought Ken was, he was definitely someone who shouldn't be trifled with.

"Is that proof enough, insubordinate punk?"

"M-Mr. Taurus!" mumbled the frightened lion, "It's so good of you to come. Please, follow me!"

"About damn time."

He followed the burly man into the building he guarded. It was incredibly old, and Ken cringed his nose at the smell of fresh mold. The large man led him down a steep flight of steps into the basement of the building. It landed in a hallway, with only a single door at its end.

The man gestured towards it with a large paw-like hand. "In there, sir. I will keep watch outside."

"Good. Get out of my sight." The Faunus quickly obliged. When he was gone, and he knew no one was watching him, Ken broke character for a split second and took a deep breath.

'Okay. That worked. Thank God.' He looked towards the door. This was it. He can finally find some answers.

'Let's do this.'

He briskly walked towards the door. After another moment, he turned the knob, and made his way inside.

The room he stepped into was surprisingly small. It had no windows, and the walls were a sickening pale yellow with many parts of it peeling off from its old age. At its center was a metal table, scratched and old. Surrounding the table were six seats. All of which were occupied by Faunus.

Immediately Ken raised his hand the moment the occupants tried to stand. They froze. And retook their seats. Ken cheered internally. 'Damn. This Taurus guy… he's very important.'

Ken shut the door loudly. Walking up to the end of the table, he observed the people at the table with a menacing expression.

"Well?" he said sharply. He set his hands on the cold metal. "Don't keep me waiting."

The Faunus exchanged nervous glances. After a moment, the man to Ken's left cleared his throat.

"Welcome, Mr. Taurus. Thank you for coming."

Ken immediately recognized the voice as the one in the drive. He imagined he was the intermediate. Ken scoffed. "Cut the shit. You fools have some nerve wasting my time."

"M-my apologies, sir," hastily replied the dog Faunus. "As you know, we…we simply wish to meet you in person and discuss the…details of our assignments."

"I reemphasize," Ken continued with his character. "You. Have. Some. Nerve."

"Well, you see, I-"

"Was the debriefing not clear enough?" Ken angrily spat. "Do you need me to fucking spell it out for you?!"

"Sir," squeaked the individual across from the first. Ken slowly, but angrily, turned to look at her. Trembling whiskers and small, round ears cowered beneath the cold stare. "It's just…ever since we went dark, we hadn't heard anything from up top. Besides holding back on our targets, though. That's why we wanted to see you."

"I am aware of the predicament," Ken straightened his back. He set his hands behind him as he authoritatively began to walk around the room. "But what I want to know is why did you hesitate to carry out my orders?"

"We heard about recent developments through our contacts," said a third individual. This one had antennae flicking from the top of his head. And his voice sounded….clicky. An insect Faunus? Now, that's new. "We understand that ever since this…team RWBY of Beacon halted Torchwick, things haven't been going to plan."

"And that's not all," added a fourth. She rustled the feathers on her head nervously. "We also heard that the execs are afraid of this ambassador from another planet. And that's why we were halted."

Ken growled as he reached the other end of the table. He could practically bite the tension in the air. Perfect. Keep them on edge.

"So, let me get this straight," Ken breathed. "You hear a bunch of rumors about girls and a stupid alien, and suddenly you start calling me like I'm the only one that can change your diapers?"

"Huh? No, we-"

"I don't want to hear it!" Ken turned and slammed his hands on the table, startling the final two Faunus at its end. "Who hired you? Who's paying you? Me? Or the damned big wigs?"

A risky move, assuming that this Taurus person was their direct employer. But at this moment, Ken was willing to take the risk. He needed this information.

Luckily, the silence in the room indicated that he was right. Ken resisted the urge to smile in victory. This wasn't over yet.

"For your bloody insolence," began Ken, "I'm cutting you're pay ten-percent."

"But sir!" said the first Faunus. "We still need these funds!"

Ah. Payment upfront. Why not make this worth our while?

"Fifteen percent," He looked around at the rest of the room. "Anyone else?"

Heads quickly shook. Sighing in defeat, the supervisor of the group stood from his seat. He handed Ken some lien.

"Here you are, sir. Fifteen percent."

Ken slipped the money into his pocket as the man returned to his seat. Ken stayed silent for a moment. If he wasn't careful with his next words, they could very easily reveal his true identity. Or worse.

"How many?" he asked menacingly.

Two of the six raised their hands. The first to speak was the insect Faunus.

"Tori Chambers. Representative of the metropolitan district of the Kingdom of Mistral. Quick and painless, since no specific form was requested."

And now the second. The feathered one. "Jacques Van Tron. Runaway White Fang grunt from the northwest operation. The thief suffered, just as asked."

Ken only hummed angrily. So that's their deal. It made sense. They were hunting anyone with some sort of significant connection to the White Fang. Loose ends, as it were. But this wasn't anything new. He needed to keep pushing.

"You really are incompetent. That was all you were able to accomplish? Pitiful, really."

"Well, will you give us the go-ahead?" impatiently asked the fifth. His sharp fangs and scaly skin made Ken internally shiver. "We can destroy these buffoons in no time!"

"Normally, I would." Ken observed the group intently. "But now that we're all here, I believe it's important that we discuss these matters more in detail."

"That's, err, an odd request," said the sixth and final of the group. It wasn't very obvious what his attributes were, but after some time, Ken noticed that the hair on his head wasn't hair at all. They were gray spikes. "We are aware of every detail of our mission."

It was now that Ken realized something interesting. The recording said seven names. And from what he can gather, each individual here had one specific name to hunt. Where was the seventh?

"Prove it to me," Ken grumbled. "I will not leave this room until I know for a fact that the rest of you can complete your assignments."

The Faunus all exchanged another look of confusion. It was now that Ken realized he was running out of time. They were picking up on the inconsistencies. He couldn't keep up this charade much longer.

Finally, they began to name off the rest of the names. Ken listened closely.

Reemus Uratin. Wolf Faunus from the east. Double agent for the Kingdom of Vale. Originally wanted alive for questioning, but deemed too dangerous to be kept alive. He is to exterminated immediately.

Jackson Vixon. Caribou Faunus from the industrial district of Vale. Believed to have stumbled upon a White Fang rally in a critically important location. Must be killed to avoid leaks.

Tim Pumb. Boar Faunus from Vacuo. Dealt with Tukson on multiple occasions, but disappeared after his death. He is to be eradicated to avoid leaks.

Chester Oswald. Penguin Faunus from Atlas. Was an original source for intercepting Atlas Intel and military hardware. Wanted dead after going AWOL since the interception of Atlesian Paladin shipments. Known to be in possession of important White Fang trade routes and maps.

Ken hummed as he memorized the details of these individuals. From the sounds of it, these people don't seem to be that much of a threat to the cult. Besides Reemus, if these people were to be captured, the information they may have would only put a small dent in their operations. Barely even a scratch, maybe. So either the White Fang have high standards, or their operations really were that delicate.

Wait. That's only four. There was one name missing.

Ken angrily stared at the Faunus. "Well? And the final one?"

He felt it. The disbelief was beginning to settle in. The Faunus were now confused at the question. The supervisor wasn't, however. His expression went from confusion, disbelief, then to suspicion.

"You told us the final name wasn't ours," he said in a questioning tone. "You specifically said that the last name was yours. And yours alone."

Ken tried to keep the illusion going. At least for a little while longer. "I know what I said. I'm just making sure you fools are paying attention."

"We do pay attention, Mr. Taurus." The supervisor was now bitter. The others were now becoming suspicious as well.

'I'm out of time.'

"And I'll prove it," said the dog Faunus menacingly. "It was your pupil. She left after the final Schnee freighter heist. The one only the two of you could have possibly handled."

'Freighter?' thought Ken. He felt his heart sink. His mind flashed the memories of his dream. His expression broke at the last second. The front he had held shattered like sugar glass. 'As in…a train?'

The man stood on his feet. His hand disappeared at his hip.

"She disappeared because she had a change of heart, and she thought she could get away," he continued, anger outlining his voice. "And she's the reason Torchwick had a leak about our operations. In southeast Vale."

Ken froze. The southeast….that was….that was Ruby and her team. 'No….please no…"

"Her name…"

'…no…'

"…is Blake Belladonna."

'NO!'

The door burst open. All Faunus shot to their feet. At the door stood a man with a blade at his hip. Ken immediately recognized him.

"What?! Who are you?!" demanded the supervisor.

"I am Adam Taurus." The masked man fiercely stared at Ken, who was still in shock.

The others were now petrified. All weapons were on the red man.

Taurus ignored them as he continued. "'The back of the red beast dies in the winter'. The complete answer is; 'Wilting roses keep their thorns'. The man before you is an imposter."

This made the Faunus angry. But not at Adam. Instead, they turned their attention to the Lone Wanderer, who had finally recollected himself.

Ken could only stare at his nemesis. His mind was going a million miles a second. His heart was on the verge of exploding. His emotions were going haywire. He felt his primal part of him awaken.

"So that's your name. Taurus," He growled. "I told you I'd come for you."

One blink. That's it. Everything within these next words happened within that time. And Ken was counting on it.

He could feel the triggers as they were pulled. Six weapons simultaneously unleashed their burdens on his position as he reached into his pocket. Quickly, he pitched the vile as hard as he could on the ground while simultaneously materializing his shocksword.

He ducked just in time for the bullets to miss. At the same time, the room became flooded with water, startling the Faunus enough to take their attention off of him. Immediately, Ken took his sword and stuck it inside the chilling drink.

The effect was immediate. The water immediately became electrified, and the assassins were instantly knocked out from the unforgiving power. Ken grit his teeth in agony as the current surged through his body. He wished he had time to swap to his jumpsuit with leather boots. He cried out as his muscles spasmed in response to the pain.

Ahead of him, he realized an unfortunate truth. Taurus wasn't in the water. In fact, he was airborne, right above the metal table. And coming straight for him.

He couldn't react in time when a powerful slash diagonally struck him. The blow sliced his suit and knocked him off balance, sending him straight against the wall. Luckily, however, it allowed for Ken to power off his sword, releasing him from his paralysis.

He quickly got to his feet and raised his sword. Just in time to block another powerful strike.

He struggled against the weight of the red blade. It was too much! This guy was strong! Adam laughed at the sight of Ken's struggling expression.

"You are a clever one, boy," he murmured. "Just as expected."

Ken tried to laugh. "I got plenty more where that came from."

'I need to get out of here!'

"It's unfortunate that I won't be able to witness anymore," said the bull, increasing his pressure on the lock. Ken grunted loudly. "Because now, you die."

"No. You. Don't!" Ken kicked his adversary. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get him out of the powerful stalemate. Immediately, Taurus slashed again.

But his target disappeared with a loud zap!

"What?!" Confused, Adam was shoved back by an unseen source, forcing him to cough. He slashed at the position in an effort to subdue his invincible nemesis, but he must have missed. He heard rapid footsteps make their way out of the room and into the hall. Adam quickly darted after them.

He burst through the exit. The bodyguard lay unconscious just outside. Taurus loudly growled.

"You can't hide from me, Ramirez!" Taurus yelled into the night. He whipped his blade. "I don't know what you have planned, and I don't care what you're capable of! But I am an assassin! No matter where you hide, no matter where you run, I will find you! And I will kill you!"

"We'll see about that!" echoed the cold night sky in response.

"Good." Taurus murmured as he began to slip his blade into its sheath. "Because I like a challenge."

Wilt finally came to rest inside Blush with a silent click.

The dark room was filled with paced artificial sounds. The machines against its walls lit up in certain tempos, offering rhythmic beeps and hums in a certain order. Every once in a while it would change, indicating a certain type of abnormality in its feedback.

The lone occupant of the room grumbled at the sound. It wasn't what he wanted to hear. It simply meant that he had another wrinkle to smooth out. Perhaps in doing so it would yield some leeway from the president. But, in his episodes of blind rage, it may only serve to restrict his group even more than it already was.

It was now that Theos regretted his decision of joining the Enclave.

He sat at his desk, quietly observing his newly repaired 'scroll', as it was called. The technology in this bunker was old and broken, but as soon as it was brought online, it deemed the machines brought by the faction completely null and void. But Autumn refused to abandon it. He had grown attached to it, simply because it was of the Old World. It was hindering the Enclave, and the science teams most of all. Maybe that's why they haven't learned how to efficiently use this planet's most bountiful resource.

Theos rested his face against his interlocked hands. This was becoming much more of a burden than he anticipated. Not all was lost, though. Even though Autumn was basically isolating him away from his work, everyone on every team was looking up to the dark scientist. He was intelligent, and highly resourceful. No matter how much effort the president put in to try and push Theos out, he was still an integral part to the group's research.

So far, it was the only part of his plan that had worked.

The scientist observed the thin rubber on his hands as he thought. A work around was needed. He had no trouble gathering information on the planet, but now he desperately needed Intel on his more immediate surroundings.

Challenging. Very challenging. Perhaps too much for the….average individual. A sinister smirk carved its way across the scientist. Because to him, it was just another puzzle.

He unconsciously slipped a thumb beneath the black barrier. It has been some time, hasn't it? The reason why he wore such a subtle accessory was something so second nature to him now. But it's something he will never forget

He began to slip it off. Maybe it was time. Perhaps he can finally move on…

A sinister growl to his left interrupted his thoughts. Red eyes suddenly illuminated the darkness. Though, Theos wasn't startled. In fact, he was comforted.

"Malacoda," he cooed. The eyes turned to him. "Easy."

The creature obeyed, but turned its attention back to the door. Someone approaches.

Theos replaced his glove. No, now is not the time. Patience.

Beep! The signal to the door illuminated green.

"Come."

The door slid open and in entered a person. The motion sensor triggered the bright lights to come on, startling them.

But the creature in the corner made him yelp in fear.

The negative emotion excited the creature. It stood on its legs and hungrily sniffed at the now cowering human.

"Enough."

The creature froze at the command. After a moment, it let out a final snarl, and returned to its designated corner. Its eyes never ripped away, however. They remained locked on the terrified man.

"It will not hurt you without my say so," assured the scientist. Taking his word for it, the man nodded. He stood straight and offered a crisp salute.

"Lieutenant Maker, reporting as ordered."

"I didn't order you," calmly said the scientist. Maker was confused at this. Theos beckoned to the seat before his desk. "I asked you. And no need for discipline. We are peers. Technically."

Maker hesitated. This was….odd. Although, he has only heard good things about the scientist. But he was right. No one in this room was ranked higher than other.

The food chain, on the other hand…

The scout did as instructed. He took a seat on the oddly comfortable metal chair. He nervously adjusted his hat.

"You…wanted to see me?" cautiously began Maker. Theos nodded.

"I was hoping you could fill me in on the details of your latest mission," Theos said in a relaxed tone. He poured a mug with steaming hot liquid. "It would allow me to continue with my research."

Maker took the ceramic mug. He allowed the aroma of the beverage to fill his nostrils. His eyes went wide.

"Whoa!" he said, completely forgetting about the question. "This is…I mean, I've only ever tried it once back home, but this is…"

"Yes. Coffee."

Maker carefully took a sip. He learned to do so from his first experience. When the liquid entered through his lips and warmly caressed his eager tongue, he moaned in satisfaction.

"My God. This is delicious. So much better than Junk Town's."

"It is naturally grown here," explained Theos. "The native beans here are different from pre-war America. Curious how it exists here, as well."

Maker looked at the doctor expectantly. "Aren't you going to have some?"

Theos cocked his head in curiosity. Maybe it was a social expectation. He silently shook his head. Maker, too excited to ask why, simply took another slow sip.

"Perhaps you could tell me about your mission?" tried Theos again. "You are the first scout party to return. And I was hoping you could tell me about the kingdom north of here."

Maker set his mug down on the desk. He sighed. "Sorry, sir. But as soon as I returned, Colonel- err, President Autumn classified all Intel pertaining to the Louis and Clark initiative. Tier 2."

"I see." Another barrier. Theos mocked a sigh of disappointment. "I am not surprised."

Maker sensed the doctor's disappointment. "Sir, if you don't mind me asking…what exactly does the president have against you? You're an incredible asset to the Enclave."

Theos stood from his chair. He made his way over to the clear barrier on the wall behind the desk, where a powerful sand storm was hitting the hidden bunker.

"I myself cannot answer that. But it seems your description of me may be."

Maker blinked. This guy must read a lot of poetry. "Um, well the others only say great things about you. Hell, it's because of you we've made a lot of progress!" He struggled to remember some details. "What was it, uh, the uh, soul project? Something about a 'force field?"

Theos looked back at the scout. "Aura?"

"Yes! Aura! Thanks to you, we've learned how it's used! Maybe not exactly what it is, but now the 501st have begun field tests!"

Theos watched as Maker's face went from excitement, to sheer horror. He gave him a moment before he followed his statement.

"Tier 2?"

Maker panicked. "Oh…shit."

Theos lightly laughed, startling the young lieutenant. "I won't speak of it." Maker sighed in relief.

Theos turned around. It looks like this young man was exactly what he needed.

"William Maker, correct?" The scout nodded. "What do you think of this planet so far?"

Maker thought for a moment. He wasn't sure what this guy was up to, but he couldn't help being excited about the subject at hand. If he was careful, he wouldn't have to…accidentally disclose any more information.

"It's amazing! It's nothing like home! I mean, just the sandstorms alone rival that of California!" Maker suddenly slumped in his chair. "But…I guess we'll never get out of here, will we?"

"Why so eager?" curiously asked Theos.

"Well…I thought we would get to see the rest of the world," confessed the scout. "I mean, there are places where trees actually grow! And plants! And other cities that are in one piece! And thriving cultures!"

Theos observed the man for a moment. He was a child in a grown man's body, this one. He bubbled with excitement and wonder.

Theos leaned on the back of his chair. "What if I told you, that you could indeed see the rest of it?"

Maker stopped. He stared in disbelief at the dark scientist.

"R-really? How?"

Theos sighed. "Look. I want you to understand that it won't be easy. There is much work to be done."

Maker adopted a grim look, stirring the creature in the corner. "What do you mean?"

"I need your help. As you know, Autumn will not let me participate in any experiments. And my movement is limited."

"So you want my eyes and ears," finished Maker. Theos smiled. He underestimated this one.

"In exchange, I will select you as a primary candidate for my scouting missions. And you may join me in my exploration of this planet."

"With all due respect, doctor, you technically have no authority over me. Peers, remember?"

The doctor smiled. "Well, that's not entirely true."

William was confused. "What do you mean by that?"

"You are a first class lieutenant. Quite an accomplishment, especially at your young age."

"There's barely any of us left," Maker said, almost regretfully. "We've been moving up like water through a pipe."

"That is very true. Tell me, do you understand the full extent of your authority given to you by your rank?"

Maker nodded. "Of course. I'm a field specialist. Scouting, primarily. I have my own squad, though I've been on my own missions lately. And I also have other privileges."

"Such as?" pushed the doctor.

It finally occurred to Maker. He furrowed his brow. "Authorization over civilian specialists."

"Including science teams," Theos said with a smile.

'So that's what he's getting at,' Maker thought. 'I can order him to go on his own missions. Whatever that may be.'

Theos observed the man as his visor shadowed his expression from view. This was the critical moment. If only he could know exactly what was going on in his mind.

He didn't have to wait long. William stood to his feet, setting his half-empty drink on the metal desk with a loud clank!

"I'm sorry, but I can't help you. What you're suggesting is insubordination on my behalf. And I won't stand for it."

Maker made his way to the door. "Out of respect for you and the rest of the Enclave, I'll pretend this conversation never happened."

'Why would he do that?' angrily thought Maker. 'What is this guy up to? Is that why Autumn hates him? I guess it's starting to make sense now.'

He hovered his finger over the button of the door.

"How long have you been with the Enclave?" asked the doctor suddenly.

Maker stopped. Looking over his shoulder, he gave the scientist a cold look.

"Long enough."

"And your parents?"

Rage began to build up in his chest. He turned around again, completely ignoring the creature that had awakened again.

"What do they have to do this?!" he angrily spat.

Theos simply stared into his eyes. The dead look was unsettling. "Your father was Theodore Maker. He was originally from a place called Vault City."

"Bullshit," countered Maker. "I was born in the Enclave. And so were my parents."

Theos did not break eye contact. He continued as if he wasn't interrupted. "And your mother was Jacqueline."

"I know who my parents were!" Maker tried to hold back his anger.

"Oh?" Theos watched the boiling scout. "But did you know what your mother's maiden name was?"

"Why does it matter?!"

Theos shook his head. "Dear boy. You truly are naïve."

Maker clenched his jaw. A part of him wanted to storm out of the office, away from these lies. But another urged for him to stay and listen. Much to his distaste.

Theos raised his eyes again. "Her original name….was Darkwater."

'Darkwater? I know that name…'

"Lies," Theos grumbled. He was about to shout again. He wasn't going to believe this. Both of his parents were Enclave natives. Born in Navarro. And so was he.

"They both died in the fight against the NCR at Navarro," Maker said in a bitter tone. He clenched his teeth harder. "After some tribal destroyed our oil rig."

He watched as the scientist picked up a small device from his desk. As he walked over to him, he pulled the strange apparatus open, revealing a glass screen.

"No. They did not."

He handed him the bright screen. Maker observed the screen, his eyes rapidly scanning the text inside. He barely noticed the power of the awesome tech he held.

"They were part of the Enclave migration to the east coast," continued Theos. "And that was where you were born."

"Impossible!" Maker angrily gripped the scroll. "I was there! I remember Navarro!"

"Augustus was given full jurisdiction of the Enclave's Department of the Army. Part of the training of his scouts was brutal. It involved separating ten infants from their parents, returning to California, and raising them there, in the ashes of the Enclave's birthplace."

No. It can't be. Maker's mind replayed everything. He was just a small boy, completely wrapped in a thin canvas as he desperately tried to survive the harsh winds. His friends were there, too. The misery and pain was something he remembered like it were yesterday. But he had fallen in love with the power of the wasteland. It was a part of him.

But it was all a lie. He was trained to be nothing more than a pawn. Brainwashed to do the bidding of Augustus Autumn, the now president of a failing cause. And it was all right here, in this tiny magical screen.

Maker looked up from the screen, tears on the verge of pouring out of his eyes. Of anger or sadness, he himself couldn't tell.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" he finally gasped.

"Because, William. I know what it is like to be lied to your whole life. You're a good man. You deserve to know the truth."

A moment went by in pure silence. Theos waited patiently.

Finally, Maker broke the silence.

"It will be too suspicious if I send you on a mission, especially with me towing along. I have a plan, but I need to call in a few favors first."

Theos smiled. "Very well. I will make preparations. We don't have much time before the Brotherhood arrives."

Maker was shocked. "The Brotherhood? As in the Brotherhood of Steel? They can't get here. The portal was destroyed, right?"

"There was only so much I could do," admitted Theos. "They are a resourceful bunch. My guess is that they will have it repaired. And soon."

"But what about the stabilization theory?" Maker asked concern.

"That is something we will find out soon." Theos laughed. "Worthy adversaries, don't you think?"

Maker could only nod.

"What troubles you?" asked Theos with a hint of concern.

"What…do you have planned?" asked Maker hesitantly. Theos sighed.

"I will fill you in as we go. In the meantime, know that we will simply be doing the best for mankind. Even if that means that the Enclave becomes extinct."

The scout shuddered. All he ever knew was the Enclave. His friends, family, and comrades. All of it. But even he understood the truth. No matter how hard he tried to deny it.

The Enclave was dying. And Augustus was going to be the end of it.

"Our first task lies in the nation of Vale. Not far north is the location of a strange signal, no doubt a product of the destabilization of the portal."

"Understood. In the city?"

"No. On the outskirts. It is there we will become acquainted with a certain...individual. No doubt they will investigate the troublesome situation there."

Maker slowly nodded. He hesitated as the door to the office slid open.

"My friends…"

"We will help them. I promise."

Maker handed the device back to the scientist, but he pushed it back. "Keep it. There is much more in there that you may find. Including your comrades."

With that, he stepped out quietly from the room, the door hissing shut behind him. Once he was gone, Theos returned to his desk, a large smile on his face. A little more difficult than he expected, but it worked nonetheless. He can now continue on as planned.

He looked at the monitor that fizzed to life in front of him. It displayed a map, one that he had been studying profusely. One that showed the Kingdom of Vale.

"The time has come," Theos murmured to himself. The map clicked and zoomed, displaying a detailed image of Beacon Academy. Above it, a few faces appeared, along owith information pertaining to them. It was the one with a scar that Theos observed. An evil laugh emitted from him.

"After all this time. Finally, we shall meet. Face to Face."

A/N: Phew! This chapter...this damn chapter, I must say, was one of the hardest one's I've had to write. I don't know exactly what it was about it that was so tough, but I have literally been sitting on this one ever since that last update. But, I think I got it right finally.

How are all of you?! It's been too long! I'm working on the next chapter now, and this one I don't foresee giving me too much trouble. But it is a blank canvas, so it may take me a while to complete it before I go back and edit it and do my heft quality check on it.

I'm in the middle of a crossroad in my life right now, so that's why I've been going dark lately. In between moving out on my own and finishing college, life just gets...unpredictable. I thank you for your patience, and I just hope you keep letting me give you some more of this silly little fanfiction that I have fallen in love with!

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