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Breach Aboard the Tandi

Sunsin covered his eyes when the blast came, as did many others observing with them. When the initial flash of light subsided, the Admiral became still. Around the mushroom cloud that had formed because of the weapon was a green field made black by ash and fire. What trees there were littered around the makeshift practice range were now stumps or either ripped in two to become twigs. If not for the proton barriers the flying pieces of derby would've surely reached them.

"Where all your expectations meet, Admiral?" Andrew asked, Sunsin trying to stay focus as the Fat Man held his wide eyed attention.

"More than I could've imagined, sir."

Andrew respected his Admiral's honesty and now began to look across to those around them. Not all to surprise to see that each and everyone had some kind of response, even the Rangers. Fear, impressed, and the genuine sense of power gripped all of them from the Grunts on up. Little could stand up to a Fat Man and even few didn't feel at ease knowing the weapon was something in their hands. It gave Andrew's men a reason to relax, slightly, knowing that victory was in sight no matter the battle with this weapon on their side.

Two birds with one stone, that's how Andrew view. Soldiers get a nice boost in morale and he gets to let loose for awhile, paper work and reports get boring for a man who's life were once completely filled with violence and exploration. There was the possibility he hit a third bird as well, that's if Atlas saw the explosions. What Andrew wouldn't give to see Ironwood's face when the General learns that the MoJave's brought in Fat Mans.

The situation in Vale will undoubtedly become more strained because of this. But at the same time, the CEO knows that Atlas hasn't produced much in the way of stopping a mini-nuke as of late. Because of this, Ironwood will have to be more cautious from here on out and in a time were quick action can make all the difference, Andrew found that to be quite the advantage.

"Well, now Admiral. Do you wish to continue viewing the new equipment?" Andrew asked, motioning towards the sock pile of munitions laid out neatly for their pleasure. "Can see the Gatling lasers in action on both our soldiers, armor vehicles and Security Bots. Or, we can test out the other ammunition types for the Fat Man."

"There's more than one type of ammo for that atros..." Sunsin stopped himself and took a moment to think up a better word. "Thing?"

Andrew noticed the Admiral's action but ignored it. Neither caring for his thoughts on the weapon but pleased enough to know Sunsin understood its power. In the end, that's all he wanted the Admiral to know. After all, Andrew can bypass him if Sunsin ever refuses to use the weapon and more than likely Sunsin knew that too.

"Of course," Walking over the rows of differing shells, Andrew pointed at one with a bright yellow TT printed on it. "Personally the Tiny Tots are my favorite."

As unsettling as Andrew's expression was to the Admiral right then and there. When it finally came time to fire the different ammunition, he reluctantly found himself agreeing with the CEO as did many others viewing the numerous number of mushroom clouds filling what was once a forest. The explosions themselves resulting in all of them becoming deaf for but mere seconds as each shell touched the ground. However, unlike Andrew who was smiling along with other Grunts and the like, Sunsin's face darkened well he watched on with a noticeable silence.

It would take the Tandi's alarms to start blasting until the Admiral's face found color once again. Coincidentally, it would be this to make Andrew lose his.


More bodies, all leading further down the ship towards Qrow's destination. By now Grunts and other MoJave personal were running everywhere. Some away from the holding cells and some towards it, with Qrow finding a nice spot between a handle full of Grunts staking up next to the opened prison doors.

The smarter side of him was screaming at Qrow to call the mission off and leave. Grunts were all over the place, Andrew would be more than likely walking around, and his target is where all the fighting is about to happen. Still, there was the small chance he could work this into his favor. If his target escapes than Qrow could always simply follow him safely until the heat dies down. Or he could turn this into a rescue mission and get his target out of here, only to backstab him afterward.

Both options looked better than running away in his mind. Therefore, Qrow went forwards and stayed behind the group of Grunts making their way into the holding area. Surprisingly enough, nothing was trying to kill them. The prison was quiet and relatively normal all thing considered. Besides, of course, the four guards either unconscious on the steel floor or picking themselves up off it.

'Who ever was here moved in a hurry,' Qrow reasoned, seeing that none of these men were dead.

As he looked around to get a better idea of the area, Qrow discovered that only one cell had been opened and that its occupant had left. Others began to notice and soon Grunts began double checking each wall they passed for the prisoner. The prison guards, however, showed no shock but did begin running towards the end of the hall. Grunts followed, as did Qrow rushing up next to a large set of metal doors that the guards on hand started to unlock.

"There's only one of our guys in there, the man dressed in bandages. The rest kill on sight!" One of the guards explained and in unison Grunts checked their rifles over with one finishing a second after the rest.

Without hesitation, a flashbang was thrown into the next room and was followed by a stream line of Grunts rushing inside. Rifles were aimed in all directions as they moved in and began bunching up next to whatever cover they could find, which mostly consisted of the steel walls of the room. One of the Grunts was falling behind but soon caught up with the rest and wasn't noticeable. When they finally stopped and became sure that the first room was cleared, the Grunts began bunching up next to two other doors. One of which, they could see would lead them into a white room with three individuals inside it.

Qrow saw the man dressed in bandages, one he heard about from both the guard and Ozpin alike, lying on the floor and gripping the side of his stomach. His target, the one with his legs barely standing straight, had one arm around what looks to a White Fang soldier encased in a red mist. And the other holding the barrel of the White Fang's weapon currently pointed towards the MoJave agent.

That's about all Qrow saw because right after a flashbang was thrown into the room. The rest after that was nothing but a blur.

Gunfire, followed by what Qrow was sure to be both side's war cries, and then a butt of a rifle connecting with his head. There wasn't much space inside the already small room, the added bonus of heavily armed soldiers decreasing movement for anyone. This included Qrow, who would've avoided the attack like he normally would, or as he suspects a regular Grunt would, but ended up with a shattered visor instead.

Once he got himself fixated again, all that was there to greet Qrow was a couple of Grunts running into the interrogation room yelling for medical supplies. With the rest sprinting out towards the holding area once more, weapons at the ready.

Just as quickly as Qrow pick himself up to follow, he was knocked right back down again as the ship itself shook. It lasted three seconds, three whole seconds and the Tandi itself felt to be on the urge of splitting apart. Then it stopped and, not wishing to delay any longer, Qrow went past the speed of what's expected of a regular Grunt, though did keep himself to some sense of believability, and sprinted towards where ever his target went.

Pass the holding cells, back into the maze of steel halls and stairs that made up the Tandi, through the bodies still left out from before, and pushing his way past MoJave personal. Qrow came back to the entrance that allowed him on board the Tandi in the first place. Straight into a stand off.

To say the scene was different from when he last saw it would be an understatement. What was a forest far past the barriers that protected the Tandi now stood a wasteland of charred trees and grass. Far closer to the Tandi was a similar environment but not to the same extent. The ammo dump Qrow passed when he first arrived here was gone. Instead, there was now fires that were barely being kept under control by MoJave personal. All at the center of this and straight in front of Qrow were a handle full of MoJave Grunts and Special Forces, both Power Armored and not, that surrounded two men. Qrow's target and his target's accessory. And just as an added bonus on Qrow's possible success rate for this mission, Andrew himself stood at the head of the MoJave forces.

The situation was not lost on Qrow. Not only could he be found out and that his target was more than likely about to die, the MoJave was going to be wishing for revenge after today. Andrew's expression was dead but Qrow could see the flame in the CEO's eyes. He saw it before in so many others. To see it again left the Huntsman with only a quick sigh and the knowledge that today's mission was a failure. The best thing he could do now is to report back to Ozpin as quickly as possible.

Right now, however, he had to wait things out. Meaning he'll be forced to take a front row seat in how the MoJave settles things.


Soul knew the risks of attempting what he did. Knew how slow Lanius would be, knew he and his Legate's lives could end by one little mistake, knew that as soon as the explosion happened that what allies he had would leave with Adam's intended target. He knew it all and didn't regret a second of it. Even if both Lanius's and he failed to escape, the young man saw that as an honorable death for the two of them. Standing tall in front of the MoJave and its CEO, not daring to run from battle, again.

The 'man' Andrew finally stopped observing their surroundings and took the second to look Soul in the eyes. Courier, that's the title for this individual Soul reminded himself, the man who destroyed both his, Lanius and many other lives in the name of his message. Soul let his anger take form, insured completely by the thought that his Legate would agree, and aimed his rifle at Andrew with one hand.

Andrew's open palm was raised up before the hail of bullets came down on him, as was an amber light forming around his body. The MoJave soldiers did not shoot, most observing the Special Forces actions who in turn waited for Andrew to give the order. Bright yellow eyes then appeared well the amber light disappeared completely, reviling the CEO once more in a suit of Power Armor.

He began to walk towards Soul, the young White Fang soldiers slinging the rifle behind once it ran out of ammo. The fact he had Lanius to hold onto meant he couldn't reload. Soul could though protect the two of them with his Semblance and try to back away. But with the Tandi behind him and MoJave all around there wasn't much to safely move towards.

In his hesitation, Soul failed to notice the amber light reappearing and disappearing just as quickly around the CEO's armored hands. There now was the one weapon he knew could break the Mist and now it was being aimed towards him at nearly point blank range.

"Live to topple him."

Those were the last words Soul ever heard Lanius speak. The Legate used the strength of his arms to push himself off of Soul and right between the young Fanus and the barrel of an Anti-Material rifle.

Soul was knock off his feet after the bullet made contact. Landing on his back some few feet away and the feeling of liquid on the parts of his body not covered by armor. He knew what it was but ignored it all the same. The final order to him by his Legate was rushing through his mind, along with grief, sorrow and anger all directed towards himself and one other certain individual.

Getting back up and looking straight ahead. Soul caught a glimpse of a crow flying away from him and then the frozen statue of a man in Power Amor with a corpse at his feet. Lanius's chest was gone, what was left of his head could barely be described even human, and his lower half was split between his legs. The rest of Soul's Legate was a red paste that covered both himself and the CEO.

Time at this moment had no meaning. All that was there the shock after this event. But as soon as it happened, time found itself right back where it belongs, and Andrew motion his head towards Soul.

"Shoot him!" Through the muzzled voice of their CEO, Grunts and Special Forces alike opened fire.

Each round and laser felt like being punched in the stomach and the red mist around Soul was stretching itself out to its limit. However, it held long enough for Soul's body to react and move, even well he told himself to stay and die. He didn't wish to run but his body was reacting on its own. Soon those firing at him stopped once Soul ran in front of other MoJave personal.

He had his opening now and took it as fast as he could. Sprinting through the fires and toward his only chance of an escape. A gate between the barrier that's supposed to let Grunts move outside them if need be. Now, though, it severed as Soul's entrance into the Tandi and maybe his escape from it as well.

His Semblance was focused completely on the front of his body, taking the full force of bullets coming from guards at the gate. It was still open, as was planned, and the young Fanus made a clean dash through it. Refocusing his Semblance now on the back of his body, Soul ran into the forest and away from the Tandi. All the way back to the revenue point planned for this mission.


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