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Chapter 13:

"You silly children, your weapons are a waste," A massive Seer Grimm lowers itself from above the ceiling. "You are pawns in this little war, and you will be sacrificed by your leaders." The voice coming from the Grimm sounds sweet even kind, hairs stand on end as the weapons point at the creature.

A jab in his back causes Alec to step forward. His weapons pointing at the creature getting its attention. "So I assume that you are claiming to be Salem, Queen of the Grimm, Destroyer of civilization."

"I am CLAIMING NOTHING CHILD, I am Salem Queen of Remnant." The floating creature floating back and forth.

"Alright Salem, what is your reason for calling us all down here? You planning on killing us?"

"Oh no child I wanted to give you all a choice, I found the last generations war tiring, the children dying was a draining experience. I was a mother once; children dying is not something I want." The Grimm lowers itself down to eye height with Alec. "I give you a choice, Leave now disappear into the world stop this fight and you will live." The Creature floats up, "Or you can die. Painfully, slowly, your flesh will be ripped from your still living body. You will not be remembered, there will be no parades for you, no one will care when you fall in the fight, no one will find your bodies, no one will search for them. You will die forgotten. Choose wisely."

Alec looks back at the nearest Huntman, "Those doors locked?"

"Yeah and the door is reinforced, some of the support teams are trying to cut through but we are not looking good."

Another person steps forward, "We can take out that Seer with a strong crossfire, then cut our way out."

Alec raises his voice, "Alright everyone what is our choice. You heard the woman, choose wisely."

"I don't care what that this is offering, I signed up to destroy Grimm," One of the people in the crowd yells.

A series of yells of affirmation follow the declaration. Alec turns back to the Seer, "I assume you won't let us leave."

A sigh can be heard, "That is true, I had hope that you would accept the deal." The Grimm's tentacles grow sharp spikes. "You will not be allowed to leave here Huntsmen." The voice sounds like it is smiling, "This Grimm has had a pure fire dust bomb inside of it. It will destroy everything in this room. Now children I have a Beacon to bomb."

The Grimm slashes out with its tentacles. "Shield teams Front! Get those doors open," Alec parries one of the spike tentacles. "Check your fire if we set off that dust we are cooked."

"Fuck it, Give me those grenades, I am blasting through the door."

"That could kill one of us."

"I said Fuck it, Hand me the Bombs." A growl comes from the person at the door.

"Got it."

"Fire in the hole!" An explosion rattles across the room.

"What the hell did they make these doors out of?"

"The Grimm is starting to glow!"

"Fuck me, more bombs just take out the wall. I am not going to be barbeque. A second louder explosion rips through the room."

"Alright door is open."

"Everyone out, that fucking Grimm is gonna Blow."

The pure fire dust explosion incinerates the room and a bolt of flame rips the doors from their hinges. Fire belches through the hallways as the Huntsmen Cover their non-Aura blessed allies.

As the smoke settled Everyone starts to stand up, "Is everyone alive."

"So far."

"We need to get to our equipment, now."

"How could she bomb Beacon?"

The fighter pilots start running. "She is going to use Grimm to drop Bombs."

"Oh fuck, Captain, we need to get the Beacon in the Air."

"Let's go," Maximillian starts running down the hall with his crew.

Alec yells down the hallway following them, "We will be on the radio," he turns to the others, "We need to get our bullheads in the air, Go!"

The support teams start running, "Fuck we have what zero time in the cockpits, what are we supposed to do?"

"Our jobs; run."

Alec Grabs his scroll, as he starts walking quickly.

"Mister Tross how was your little meeting" Crimson Imerta looks at her clock, five forty-three.

"Ma'am I will give you a full explanation later, there is going to be a Grimm attack on Beacon, by a bombing run. The Beacon's crew is loading up for battle, Squadrons Able, Bravo and Delta are scrambling, The first year Huntsmen units are getting our bullheads in the air too."

"Where did you get this information?" Silence was not what she wanted, "That is not a question Tross that is a demand." She is not kind with the demand, she is wickedly harsh with the words.

"Salem, Ma'am."

"Get to your bullhead." She stands up and walks towards her command center, everything is calm. "Alright, everyone I need you all to pay attention, there is a Grimm attack imminent on Beacon I want every weapon ready to fire in anti-air mode, I need all radar information now."

"By the Gods," One of the control center workers, "There are over five thousand massive Nevermore at maximum altitude, with smaller Grimm supporting them. Ma'am this seems organized."

"I will explain everything when this is over, Can we fire on them?"

"No ma'am."

"Put me on the PA system." The microphone is handed to her, "This is Headmistress Imerta, I there is an imminent attack on Beacon by the air, I want every fighter, every ship and every bullhead in the air."

"The Cadet Frigate Beacon and Cadet Squadrons Able, Bravo, and Delta are launching."

"The first year Huntsmen Bullheads are launching. They are fully loaded."

"Crimson What is going on?" Azul Pendragon asks running into the command room. He looks at the screen showing the threat. "Holy shit, what is that?"

"They are diving straight down on us ma'am."

"Alright everyone, this is it we cannot let these Grimm get through." Alec Yells into the headset, as he is hanging onto a roof strap. The Bullhead he is in in flying straight up following the fighters ahead of them. The Beacon is flying straight up a few hundred fight behind them.

"The Grimm are coming straight down."

Raven slams the side of the Bullhead, "They are the bombs."

"Oh give me good news," Rita yells over back.

The sound of the weapons starting to fire is impossible to hear over the sound of the wind rushing by. The first Grimm explodes into a massive Ball of fire.

As the aircraft break through the Massive Flock of Nevermores and their escorts, "Alright everyone this is where we get out." He jumps out followed by the Rest of Team AMBR.

As all of the Huntsman Combat teams Jump from their bullheads and the sky fill with smart munitions, namely themselves, although many of them are probably questioning the 'smart' part of that. The Bullheads and Fighters pass my them diving down toward the Beacon which is now in a melee of air combat with the Lancers and Smaller non-bomb Nevermores. As the fighters and bullheads engage in the Melee the Huntsmen Glide through at what was nearing terminal velocity. The remaining Bomb Nevermore have the Huntsmen on top of them. Alec is first as he passes by he slices the wing of the beast, forcing it open. The Giant Grimm Bomb opens its wing throwing Alec away and the creature throws its elf in to an uncontrollable spin as its aero dynamic capability is thrown off as its wing rips along the cut and flies away. Mimi slices the monster's beak her shotgun ripping the face clean. Raven and Beethoven follow up with Raven using her whip pull the Nevermore's head back burning it with fire dust. She pushes herself off as Beethoven fires his rifle diving past and sets off the bomb inside firing through the Broken Beak.

With everything they could do done and the last few Being Picked off by fighters or by the now array of ground fire coming from the fortress known as Beacon the falling Huntsmen finally ask about the new problem while putting out their arms and legs to slow down some. "What is the landing strategy?" Finally comes over the Radio as the ground moves up towards them.

"We are moving to fast to go with any normal landing strategy."

Alec sighs trying to think as he doesn't respond.

"This is Maximillian we are bringing the Beacon down to match your velocity land on the top of her and we should be able to slow down without you all being affected by the G-force."

"Or the Beacon and all of us become one with the ground."

The Beacon brings itself under the falling Huntsmen, and slowly allows them to gain on it. The metal of the hull creaks and screeches as the Beacon fights gravity while damage on the outside fly off. As the Beacon slows collecting the First years they are pushed onto the hull. None of them can see it but the ground is closer than anyone wants to be. The Frigate stops its decent about twenty-two meters away from the top of the Beacon command tower. The heat of the thrusters melt the upper parts of the tower, the concrete and metal liquifying and leaking down the walls.

As the damaged frigate brings itself down to its docks one of the hatches open, "come on in once we dock we can make hopefully relax." The cadet waves them in. The lights flicker as the young huntsmen walk through the hallways and the Klaxons scream. The smell of burned electrical cables floats in the air.

As the frigate lands harder than normal denting the floor. One of the landing struts starts to screech as the main hatches open. The metal gives out and the frigate collapses forward. As everyone lurches forward inside and the support crew in the landing bay rush forward and spray fire retardant on the new electrical fires. The crew and the first-year huntsmen shove open the hatches and crawl out.

Alec reaches out a hand for Maximillian, "Thanks for the save, I really did not have a landing plan in that situation."

As everything is being burnt the Headmistress steps in, "Mister Tross, I do hope you have an explanation. That name, you better have a real good reason for using it."

"I had the recording on ma'am. I will send it to you."

"I don't care about the recordings, tell me that you had a good damn reason."

"That I did Ma'am the voice we spoke to claimed to be Salem it sounded like her and controlled and spoke through a large Seer Grimm."

The hanger is as silent as it can be with the fires burning and metal creaking. "How did you know about the bombing run."

"I didn't for sure but being airborne gave us rapid reaction capability, and there was only one way to attack Beacon. No matter what we needed to be airborne." Alec jumps down, and walks over to the Headmistress, "I take full responsibility."

"Of course, you do, because that is what you do." The Headmistress sighs.

"What the hell happened you crazy monster," A man in a Valean military uniform asks walking in, "You planning on warning anyone before you decide to have a fireworks show."

"General this is a Huntsman concern you have no authority here," The Headmistress replies calmly. "But there was an airborne Grimm threat and my people to care of it, now I have wounded to take care of and a Frigate to repair, three fighters need minor repairs and I have eight bullheads that had to make hard landings in their hangers. Is there anything I else I can provide to you."

As forty men walk in behind the General also in military uniforms, their rifles in a ready position. The wired huntsmen and cadets shift to ready positions. "Headmistress I must say I am disappointed by your attitude; how could Grimm get through our aerial defenses? I am sure it was just a mistake by your trigger-happy brainwashed soldiers. They probably have been working with too much dust and saw monsters where there are none, unlike my men they know where the monsters stand."

The communication headsets on everyone's ears open up, "Thirteen Military warships have surrounded Beacon, Eighty-Four bullheads in landing patterns, three hundred fighters."

The General stares at the Headmistress, "I would very much like to know what is happening Imerta."

Everyone moves.

Maximillian Calmly radios, "I need the Beacon launched now."

"Able, Bravo and Delta are ready for launch."

"Charlie, Echo, and Fire are ready for launch." A voice that Alec has not heard before says.

"All fortress weapons are operational."

"Mechanized team ready for orders."

"Second Year Huntsmen Teams are ready for orders."

"All support teams are mounted up and ready for operations, Armored vehicles are ready."

Alec steps next to the Headmistress, "Ma'am First Year Huntsman Teams are ready for orders."

Behind them the Beacon shutters to life hovering in its hanger. "The Beacon is operational."

The Assistant Headmaster's voice comes over the communication, "On your order."

Imerta stares at the General, "General Pincter it seems that you brought some friends, I am very grateful for the offer of reinforcements but as you can see we have already taken care of the problem. As always the Huntsmen Corps is more than capable of dealing with our targets. We are so happy that our allies in the Valean military are so willing so send us help. But I would hate to have our friends waste fuel in such a silly endeavor. We are more that capable of dealing with a few Grimm." She smiles coldly, "I there is no need to continue this General."

The General stares, he looks around the room, "You huntsmen are all the same, you think that the rules don't apply to you monsters. You make child soldiers to fight monsters, you ignore the real enemies for a dying kind of one creature that we defeated years ago. One day reality will come for all of you and you will see the monsters you have become. And you Imerta, You are the worst kind of monster."

"Well my dear General, I have stared into the abyss long enough, I am not going to play any longer. Get out of my school before I lose my temper."

"What make you think that scares me," The General draws his weapon. At the point the pistol reaches out the magazine falls to the ground. The forty men with him raise their rifles, the same happens their magazines hit the ground.

Azul Pendragon steps in the magazines floating around him as his cane clicks, "General wonderful to see you again, Your men dropped these." His lax attitude continues, "Can I show you the door."

The General looks at The Headmistress, "Headmistress Imerta I and my men will take our leave seeing as you do not need assistance."

"Thank you very much General Pincter," The Headmistress watches as the soldiers leave. "Thank you Azul."

"Would hate to see you get angry."

"The Military fleet is returning to base." Comes over the radio.

"Stand down begin repairs." She replies into the radio. "Mister Alec Tross I expect a full after-action report due before classes start. If you want to act like a commander then you can start filing paperwork like one." She turns to Azul, "Where are the second years?" She growls, "and why was my school defended from a Grimm attack by my newest least trained Huntsmen?"

Azul Pendragon, assistant headmaster of Beacon and well know lax man, straightens up his normal smile falling away. "The second-year unit leaders thought it would be valuable to provide a reserve force."

"I have nothing to say, Make sure they all write me a twelve-page essay defending their options. Then have someone kindly explain to them everything that that is wrong. If the Gods will it please do it with a two by four." The Headmistress sighs, and points at a staff member, "Make sure that the Cadets get the equipment to repair their airship." Another woman steps forward, her white hair not covering up her sheep like ears. The large crossbow staff in her hands carried calmly at the middle. The Headmistress stares at her, "Find out how the military mobilized so quickly, and what they plan to do."

The woman walks out without another word. Everyone else in the room sighs as the Headmistress walks out with her Assistant Headmaster. Alec turns to see The Beacon slowly resting down on a hastily stacked landing strut to replace the leg than gave out. "Good Job everyone," he says into the radio, "I need squadron leaders of Able, Bravo and Delta to come down and join us in the Beacons Hanger. Alright, team leaders stay here everyone else go ahead and get back to your dorms."

"Who put you in charge?!" Keller Pointer yells in the hanger bay. "We don't have to do a damn thing you say."

"Then just go," Someone else yells loudly.

"Shut up you damn animal," Keller yells at the faunus that spoke out, as she walks out with her supporters.

Alec stares at the group leaving, as the three pilot squadron leaders come and join them. "Alright that is everyone that wants to be part of this mess." He looks around at the stares around him. "We need to do some of our own research; one we need to find out what is going on to the military, two we need to make sure we have the power to resupply ourselves without Beacon, three we need to find out what the military has to deal with us. I want all of you to work a little bit on dealing with possible military engagement. Four if Salem is for sure back we need to start figuring out how the Grimm are being affected. That is it."