"You know what I really hate the most about public restrooms though?"
"What?"
The cohost, Dirty George, asked
It had been a week since the 'United States' started their radio show, it started badly, but people took interest to it due to the unique personality of the hosts who weren't afraid to discuss subjects that weren't usually discussed on similar shows, and the music played by it.
A majority of people still disliked the United States, but had warmed up to America Radio, this was true for Yang Xiao Long. Team JNPR were hanging out in RWBY's dorm, with Yang playing the current episode of America Radio from her scroll for everyone to listen to.
They were all playing a card game called "One." Though Blake and Ren really weren't paying attention.
"What's so bad about public restrooms?" Jaune asked.
"No idea. But I think we're about to find out." Yang responded
"Sometimes I'm at a bar, and maybe someone I know comes out of the bathroom. They come up to me to shake my hand or high five me or something."
"Yeah."
"But their hand is fucking wet"
George then started laughing along with Nora, Ruby and Yang, while Jaune was off with a slight smile.
"Maybe they just washed their hands." Pyrrha placed her card down "One." She was close to winning
Blake scowled. She felt as though that her friends consuming the content of literal murderers was disturbing.
"But then I'm thinking 'Yeah sure, public bathrooms are usually out of toilet paper or got hand dryers that don't work."
Rusty's voice calmed down a little.
"So what's wrong with that?"
"Well shit starts getting weird because the person whose hand I'm shaking feels the need to reassure me and tell me: 'That's not pee or anything, I just washed my hands.'"
"That's so true, I always wonder if the other guy's wet hand is actually pee." Jaune put down a reverse card.
"I don't see the problem with that. But I can relate to this situation, subtracting the barbaric language." Weiss put her own card down
"Really, the pretty princess had to go through the pains of public toilets?" Yang asked with a sarcastic tone.
Weiss crossed her arms in response. "No, but whenever our family hosted a dinner party, I had to greet guests who would sometimes come out of the restroom."
Rusty continued from his previous statement "-well I should fucking hope so! I sure as hell hope you didn't piss all over your hands then come and shake mine."
George started to laugh again.
"I mean it's not impossible right? But I trust these people though, I mean these are my friends, colleagues or whatever, right? So I have faith that they don't start spilling yellow all over whenever they go for a piss."
Everyone started except for Blake and Ren.
"Yeah I notice that with guys, they got horrible aim." Nora put her card down
"Hey, it's harder than it looks." Jaune retorted.
"But now I'm thinking, why would they even think it's necessary to clarify that in the first place? Unless there's a chance… that it is piss!"
He said the last part in a dramatic tone
Everyone's laughs grew louder, even Ren started to smirk a little, Blake was still staring her cards down with a frown.
"But look, I've had to shake people's hands with my wet hand too because of shitty hand dryers, so then, does that mean the person whose hand I'm shaking might think that I'm wiping my piss all over their hand?! Because apparently it's so normal that people have to clarify."
"I'm curious, is it normal?" Nora turned to Ren with a wide grin.
Ren's face reddened a little as he focused real hard on his cards.
Pyrrha turned her head to Jaune who was oblivious to the situation.
"So what's the lesson here?"
George asked.
"Stop shaking people's hands after seeing them coming out of the toilet, just pat em on the back or something, take no chances, I know I'm not, now that I know that everyone pisses all over their hands for some fucking reason."
"You guys should really learn to wash your hands." Ruby looked at the only two boys in the room.
"Or get better aim." Yang added
"We do! I swear, it's just some people."
"Sure."
"So if you ever see me coming out of the toilets, don't try to shake my hand, unless you want piss all over yours."
Pyrrha chuckled "Well we don't even know what he looks like, so I don't think he has to worry about that."
'Fucking, 'I just washed my hands' Yeah right, I'm onto you now Edward Pisshands."
"Haha, What, hehehe, the fuck" George said in between laughs
Everyone in RWBY's dorm was laughing as well. They didn't get the reference, but the analogy was still very funny to them.
"Well, that's enough pissing around about piss. Coming up, Radio Gaga!"
The sounds of synthesizers took over.
"So what do you guys think?" Yang had been listening regularly to America Radio ever since it had come about, but the only broadcast from America that RWBY and JNPR had heard was the very first one, and she didn't associate Rusty Steele and Dirty George with the murderers that attacked the White Fang base.
"I can certainly understand the appeal, but the way they speak and the topics they speak of are a bit too…" Weiss couldn't find the word for it
"Vulgar." Pyrrha tilted her head.
"Yes."
Yang shrugged. "Eh I don't know, I find it pretty funny, and some of the songs are nice, so that's a bonus."
Ruby casually placed her card down, winning the game. "How do you listen to it anyway, I thought your phone didn't have radio?"
"Downloaded an app." She showed her scroll to Ruby and there was in fact an application names 'Radio' open.
"I still think that we shouldn't be listening to content coming from the place that proudly admitted to killing faunus." Blake crossed her arms
Yang tilted her head "Oh come on, it's not like these two were the ones that killed them."
"But they actively support it!"
"But that's not the point of the radio show though, they just talk about random stuff and play some music." Yang said in a calm town, in complete contrast to her partner's angry one.
Blake didn't answer, while everyone else just awkwardly looked at them.
This 'America' had completely upturned the lives of everyone with just a single attack, and a single show.
MOB Juno
1320 hours
Three days later…
Kirkman walked into the operations room with a smile on his face. He walked in short strides to Colonel Burton's side and looked at the monitor as usual.
Burton noticed the General's smile. "Good mood, sir?"
"Indeed, I was able to strike a deal with the other Generals for equipment."
"What equipment?"
"EMP patriot missiles from General Alexander, multiple laser defense systems for our aircraft from General Granger, and a dozen laser defense turrets from General Townes, though Townes was a bit reluctant to give them to me."
"Given their cost, I'm not surprised.
"Well I kinda got Lynch to convince the SecDef to force Townes.
He watched as multiple lights blinked on the screen, indicating possible points of interests that the single satellite they had detected.
"And on a related note, Lynch informed me that my title has been officially changed to 'Supreme American Commander of Remnant' or SACOR, and this base is now effectively a main operating base and has been given the name Juno."
Burton let out a single laugh. "Any news on the actors we hired?"
"None yet, then again hiring two thousand different actors to basically live on an alien planet as a cover and keep it a secret will be a hard to process, just imagine all the paperwork that has to be done, then all the paperwork I would have to do."
"Hehe, ye-"
The doors behind them opened, they both turned around, to see George coming out, he was of Benjamin's Cohost, though he used his middle name. But he held a folder with him.
"Sir, I have something."
"What is it?"
"Well you ordered as a few days ago to find some place where we can get dust right?"
"Yes?"
George handed him the folder.
"Well, we found something."
Kirkman opened the folder, inside were papers, the cover page had the symbol of the United States armed forces in the center. He turned it and on the top right of the second page was a picture of an orange haired man, he was holding a black card up with the words 'Roman Torchwick.'
Behind him were height markings, it was a mugshot, there was text beside the image, listing multiple deeds.
"He's wanted for a myriad of things, murder, armed robbery, sexual assault, grand theft auto, and most recently grand larceny, for the theft of tons upon tons of dust."
"So you're suggesting we buy from a criminal."
George did not disagree.
"Well, all the other legitimate business and companies that sell dust, sell them at either too high of a price or present a logistical problem when transporting that dust. Roman Torchwick put up an offer on the black market and is selling all kinds of dust at very low price and relatively close to us."
Burton stepped in front of Kirkman.
"General, I do think he's right, as of right now, we need a way to get dust for research and possible progress with alternate fuels and resources, dust can solve many problem back at home."
Kirkman sighed. "You make a good point colonel, after all, this wouldn't be the first time our Nation has collaborated with criminals for her interests. But how can we pay him? Even if it is cheap, we have no lien to speak of."
The Colonel went into a thinking pose. "Usually, I would suggest making counterfeit money, but we have no idea about the production process of their actual money, so it would be hard. What do you think, Miller?"
George looked up. "Well, we can make money, you know how grimm are a big threat around here?"
"Yes" The other two said in unison.
"Well tons of non-kingdom based villages, town and settlements are calling for the destruction of grimm incursions, pacts and the sort."
Kirkman saw where George was going with this. "And they're offering money"
"Yes, apparently it's these kind of things that make up a huntsman's livelihood."
"So huntsman really are just glorified licensed bounty hunters."
"Pretty much." George said with a cheeky smile.
"So they're letting anybody take these types of mission?" The Colonel was already starting to form plans.
"Yep, they're asking help from anybody, it just so happens that prior to us coming, huntsman were the best grimm fighting force."
The General hunched over and rested his hands on a table.
The notion of Americans being better at killing Grimm was still unproven though, Kirkman had seen videos of some huntsman even breaking the sound barrier with speed. He even saw a single one mow down nearly a hundred in less than a minute.
Huntsmen and huntresses were basically one man armies, and generations of being oppressed by the grimm led to the fighters of this world to becoming adapted to fighting them.
But the United States' superior military technology made it clear, that, with enough technological BS, even normal human beings can beat what were essentially superhumans.
So Kirkman needed to know if doing this would be worth it
"What are our options with this grimm clearing scheme."
"I've only done a slight amount of research, but the closest place to us asking for assistance is the village known as Cooperwick, offering to pay 40,000 lien, to eliminate a few dozen grimm who have shacked up at clearing in the forest close to the village.
"And what is 40,000 lien equivalent to in our currency?" Kirkman needed to get a good idea of how much people were paid here, in the US, your average mercenary working for high level contractors were paid around thirty to forty thousand dollars, while the commanders were paid double that, so that was a decent baseline.
At the very least, the payment should be at least half of what a mercenary commander would get paid on Earth.
"Again, not much information in that regard. Lien is government Issue, fiat money essentially, it's not backed by any precious metal, common commodity, or even dust. But we have found purchases to cross reference with, for example your average American sofa would cost a thousand dollars, here the average cost for none high end sofas were six hundred lien."
So this meant that lien was worth more in this world? But George didn't stop talking, he continued.
"But that can't really be an accurate estimate because maybe the demand for the materials on the couch isn't as high, and there a lot of other discrepancies with other stuff too, not just sofas, so I think we'd need to hire an actual economist for us to deter-" The General put his hand up and cut off George
"Sergeant Miller, with all due respect, we neither have the time to get an economist on this project nor do we have the time for you to do much more research."
Colonel Burton agreed "The General has a point, someone else might take the offer, or they might simply take down the offer."
"Yes, so I ask you know, as the man heading our cyber team, and as the man who currently knows more about the world that surrounds us than anyone else in this room, do you think we should do this?"
George pursed his lips and took a minute to deliberate what his answer should be.
"Yes." George breathed out.
"Good, I need you to contact the people of Cooperwick, tell them we will take the job and that we'll get it done by tomorrow. I also want you to gather as much information about this mission as possible."
George saluted him and left the room.
Burton turned to the General, his eyes were slightly furrowed, a look of concern.
"Tomorrow? General, are you sure we can get it done by tomorrow?"
"Well if doing these kinds of jobs will be our main source of money for the time being, then I think it's best we show that we are very effective. Don't worry, if the job is as easy as it sounds, we likely won't need more than just an airstrike."
The Colonel was still in slight disagreement, but he could see Kirkman's reasoning.
"So should I call up at A10 pilots?"
"No we've already displayed much of our arsenal, I think we should stick with what we have displayed or at least, if we're gonna use new things, then it shouldn't have too drastic of a difference to the ones we have shown."
"But sir, white phosphorous airburst bombs such as the ones we have might hit the village."
This was indeed true, the way the white phosphorous spreads the area of effect was too large, if the clearing was too close, then they could risk hitting the village and causing possible injuries and casualties.
"That depends on the distance of the target to the village, we'll have to wait for miller's report for that one, for now we have to come up with alternatives for a more precise strike that wouldn't involve showing off too much."
Indeed there were more precise methods, a drone strike wouldn't put the village at much risk, but at the same time the hellfire strike drones they had were not capable of taking down large masses of grimm, especially if those grimm were not in extremely close proximity to one another, though it was too early to tell, for now he just had to wait for miller.
The general of course still had many operations to oversee, so he stayed and watched over the room.
"Wake up." Those were the first words, she heard as she was rudely pulled out of her slumber by her fellow Lieutenant. She looked around her, all her colleagues were already up, donning their White Fang masks and preparing their weapons.
Her back ached quite a bit, guess that was a problem that accompanied sleeping on a rock.
There were 24 of them, Adam had ordered multiple groups of White Fang to search different parts of the forest to find wherever the United States of America was, Fubuki Shiro's group being one of them. The groups were split into twelve, but for safety's sake, Fubuki decided to stick close to John Aero's group, and even merging at times.
She was very confident with how close they were to the base though, they found footsteps, weird tire tracks, and some of the more scent sensitive faunus in their group smelled the recent passing of humans.
"What time is it?" Fubuki groggily stood up, before putting on her mask.
John pulled out his scroll and pointed the screen to her. It read '2:31 AM' which meant it was time to keep looking again. She looked to her side and found her katana, still in its sheathe, leaning against the very same rock she leaned on to fall asleep, she picked it up and attached it to her side. She then grabbed her earpiece and put it on her left ear, her non fox ear to be specific.
"Split up?" John asked
"Of course." Fubuki adjusted her mask as everyone else around her began preparing to depart.
They were close to something, she knew it and felt it in her gut. They were given strict orders to not directly attack the Nation if they were to find it, but rather, retreat and report it. However; the fact that they were even looking for the Nation meant that Adam was planning an attack on it, she and every single member of the White Fang couldn't wait to avenge those who died in the Northern Base attack.
The two groups split up, John's group went left, while Fubuki's went to the right, they would only be going separate directions for a short amount of time, soon after, they were heading north, not staying more than a mile from each other, this separation was only to increase the search area, but sticking relatively close was still important.
Currently her group was walking through dense forest, the two groups would give each other regular updates, and had their each other's location on their scrolls.
John's group was slightly ahead of hers.
They continued to walk for nearly half an hour, not stopping.
With a gruff tone, one of her subordinates decided to speak up. "I'm getting sick of doing this, we've been looking for this thing for two weeks now and we have barely anything to show for it."
Fubuki was irked by this. "Be patient, we'll find something."
Most of them were in agreement, but a few in her group still carried noticeable faces of doubt.
Another spoke up, a young dog Faunus who had only recently joined the White Fang. "And then what? You saw all the news footage. First the northern base which got destroyed in under an hour, then that grimm filled clearing at Cooperwick! I mean come on! One minute there were dozens of grimm, and the next they're all smoke and ashes!"
The faces of agreement that originally was common amongst the group, morphed into ones of realization, it didn't hit them yet that they were eventually going to fight these people. The same people who took down a heavily armed base in minutes, the same people who turned some of Remnant's deadliest creatures into mist in mere seconds.
"And if you believe that conspiracy theorists, they might have been the ones to cause that big fiery explosion near Beacon."
As they walked, murmurs began spreading throughout the group, ones of worry, fear, and anxiety.
Fubuki couldn't stand to see her team be wrought with doubt. "Stop it, Adam wouldn't send us looking for them if he didn't have a plan, have faith in Adam."
This didn't do much to ease their worries, sure Adam was a competent leader, there was a reason he was leading the Vale branch of the White Fang, but at the same time, wits and leadership can only go so far. When facing an opponent that is that much stronger than you, what can intelligence really do?
"And if us here in Vale aren't enough, we can always ask for help from our brothers and sisters in Menagerie or Mistral." Fubuki continued
"Fubuki" Sounded from her earpiece.
"Yes?" She responded
"Found something."
Her eyes widened, the rest of her team who were also wearing similar earpieces heard it, they all stared on in shock.
"What?"
"We found a paved road."
"A paved road?!" A paved road meant it would usually lead to something man made, but for all they knew, this paved road could just lead to a harmless village.
"Yeah, I sent Greg ahead to take a look, he came back just now, said there were some men in uniform travelling through it, with a big car in between. The men had the stars and stripes pattern from General Thomas Kirkman's broadcast on their uniform."
Fubuki couldn't help but smile. This was it, this was the moment they were waiting for, and the United States of America must be at the end of the paved road.
"What's your position?" The looks of worry slowly started to disappear amongst her team, they were being replaced by ones of determination.
"Ehhh… we're about four hundred yards to your left, we'll end up on opposite sides of the road, we can launch a surprise attack when they get here, we can even take a couple of them back home to give them a taste of their own medicine."
"Good."
"But weren't Adam's orders not to attack." A man in her group raised his hand.
"Adam's orders were to not attack their base if we found it, he didn't say anything about attacking a measly patrol."
"Yeah!" Another in her group shouted, gaining some excitement. They were originally worried with attacking the base, but a small patrol couldn't do much harm right?
Her group was immediately filled with excitement.
"Alright, we're heading over there now, what's the size of the group and how far ahead are they?"
She signaled her group to start moving towards the directions given by john.
"Greg said there were 16 guys, not counting how many there must be inside the vehicle, and they're a little less than a mile away."
Good this meant, they outnumbered them, unless there were 9 or more guys inside the vehicle, but they had the element of surprise on their side. That, and their two groups had multiple skilled White Fang veterans, her and John included. In fact, she and John had one of the largest aura pools in their unit.
They made their way towards John, going as fast as they could so they would have enough time to prep themselves. They reached the road eventually, they were still in a densely forested area, but in front of them was a very wide paved road, she could just barely see the silhouettes of the men and women in John's group on the other side.
They did a good job of hiding themselves
She pressed on her earpiece so that her message could be relayed even to those in John's group.
"Alright, everyone with a ranged weapon will fire at the patrol once they get in between us, once enough damage has been dealt, we'll charge at them, and kill all of them."
Everyone in her group nodded their heads. It was a basic plan, but it should work, there was no need for a flanking maneuver if you already outnumbered the other group after all.
She pressed her earpiece again. "Actually, if you can, maybe we can try capturing one, and take them home. Give em a taste of their own medicine, after what they did at the northern base.
A few in her group started to chuckle, clearly there excitement only grew.
She unsheathed her Katana, pressing a button on the hilt, loosening the bottom, she loaded a dust magazine in it, before pressing the button again. She transformed it into its second form, a submachine gun.
Everyone else started to prepare their weapons.
Her ears could then start hearing the familiar sound of engines whirring. Everyone else with sensitive hearing could hear it too, any last minute preparation would have to be done now.
"John, doesn't anyone in your group have bombs that we could set?"
"Amy has some miniature landmines, but they're gonna contrast pretty badly with the road, they'll probably end up seeing them and run away."
That was unfortunate, but their weapons, skill and the element of surprise should be enough to take them down.
They all continued to prepare, with Fubuki making occasional communications with John to clear up certain things and such.
She could hear the engine getting closer and closer, eventually boots hitting the ground could also be heard, she turned her head to the right, and as the sounds got closer, her grip on her submachine gun got tighter.
The road was straight, up until a point, where it curved behind a small embankment, she watched this curve slowly, the sounds grew louder and louder, eventually even those without faunus traits that enhanced their hearing could hear them, and then they came
First were two men wearing green uniforms, and just as John' said, they were wearing the pattern on their uniforms. She could make out a weird pipe sticking out from the corner, then it came, a behemoth of a vehicle.
It was greyish in color, with a hint of green. In the place where wheels should have been, there were treads. Its body was made of two distinct segments, the first was the body the front was curved, the sides had these weird square segments on them. The second part was smaller, it had this huge barrel, and on top of the head segment was a man holding a machine gun.
If she had to guess the barrel was some sort of gun, but that made no sense, dust ammunition of that size would never be able to reach maximum velocity. It was the reason why even the largest conventional guns in remnant never went over 65mm, but from the looks of it, the gun on that thing was about double that.
It stopped in its track though, for some reason, neither it nor the uniformed men moved. Then shockingly, the men ran back behind the embankment.
"What?" Fubuki whispered, then murmurs spread throughout her group.
"Shhhh!" They couldn't risk being found
"Don't worry, even if they do know we're here, we outnumber them, what could they possibly do?" Fubuki, again eased the worries of her team.
Indeed, there was nothing to worry about, it was impossible that this vehicle nor the men posed any significant threat.
The head segment of the segment of the vehicle suddenly turned, and now the giant barrel was staring down right at them, she felt it, they had been found, but before she could react, a boom filled their ears, the trees shook and the world felt like it was having a miniature earthquake.
Those who were trained in fighting and skilled enough had the ability to defend against and move like bullets, Fubuki was one of those fighters.
But whatever exited the barrel of the behemoth was no bullet, it was huge and moved at speeds impossible to have been achieved by dust, she only caught a glimpse of it before it implanted itself onto the ground, close to a cluster of her subordinates, and exploded. What looked like hundreds if not thousands of metal balls flew all over at speeds faster than a bullet.
She instinctively brought her arm up in front of her head, hearing the balls collide with everything around her, she even felt herself getting hit, they stung, aura protected from damage, but not from pain, and even from the few hits she took, she already felt her aura weakening.
She unsheathed her sword and started to deflect all the spheres she could.
Once she heard the balls stop flying all over, she brought her arm down, unsheathed her sword and looked around her. All over, bodies of her comrades lay on the ground, entire pieces of their bodies missing, blood was splattered all across the greenery of the forest, replacing the once green landscape with red.
She looked around, a few of her men were still standing, though they didn't have much time to retaliate, there was so much smoke, that they could barely see, but then through the smoke came the whizzing sounds of bullets, randomly being shot at them.
"AHHHH." Something then fell onto the ground.
It didn't take much to figure out that someone gotten hit.
"Take cover!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. She fired her gun at whatever was at the other side of the smoke. She heard the bullets hit the metal of what she assumed was the vehicle.
She could barely see what was in front of her, the smoke was clearing though, but she wasn't gonna let the behemoth have a second chance at a shot, she could hear more of her men falling, and distant shots and cries of what was likely John's group.
She looked to her right, and directly in front of her was a tree, she needed to get a better view of the situation. She wrapped her arms around the tree, hugging it, she pushed her arms up, once her arms hit the tree bark, she pulled herself up, continuing in this fashion for a few more pulls. She heard the massive gun on the vehicle fire again, the sea of smoke parted under the force of bullet, but was ten replaced by new smoke caused by the ensuing explosion.
More metallic spheres blew everywhere, catching her in the legs, she could feel her aura dangerously going close to breaking. But she pushed on.
The sounds of men screaming, guns being fired, and bullets whizzing all around the place filled her ears as she made her best attempt to survive.
With a grunt she did one final pull, bringing herself up on a branch, she could finally see over the smoke, and the sight was horrifying. She silently gazed upon the scene.
Over in the distance she could make out the dead bodies of John's team, sprawled out across the forest floor, devoid of life. The uniformed men were walking around, probably searching for more.
The vehicle was still aiming straight at the smoke, it seems they didn't see her just yet, she hovered at around 30 feet above the ground, and being where she was, it was hard to spot her. Suddenly the smaller barrel next to the big one started firing bullets into the smoke. The man on the mounted machine gun also started randomly shooting.
They continued firing into the smoke for a few seconds, then they stopped
"…I think we're clear" Her heightened hearing heard the machine gunner say.
"Do one more sweep, just in case. Let the smoke clear first. Bring out the drone." She heard one of the men on the other side of road say.
In the distance, the men who had attacked John's group began to cautiously move towards the vehicle.
But what did they mean by bring out the drone?
As if to answer her thought, a hatch on the back of the vehicle suddenly opened, small object suddenly flew out. It had two segments one part was shaped like a metallic umbrella, it was likely what was causing it to fly, the second segment which was connected by lose wires and metal pipes was what looked to be a rotary machine gun (Or minigun if you're into that.) The device zipped around the air, scanning the smoke.
If she had to guess, this was some sort of combat drone that was being manually controlled by whoever was inside the vehicle and right now it was still fooled by the assumption that there were still people in the smoke.
'Are there actually still people inside? Or are they all dead?' She soon got her answer, when the smoke fully thinned out, there were bodies everywhere, all bloodied up, some still had life to them, attempting to crawl away, or letting out pitiful breaths.
She was mortified.
Half of the uniformed men began to run towards the bodies, while the other half stayed close to what remained of John's group.
Her body tensed up as she squeezed herself tighter on the branch as to lower her presence in attempt to not be detected
"Holy shit! Some of them are still alive!" One of the men yelled, staring down at the legless body of Daniela, who was struggling to breathe.
Another man
"It's what happens when you use imprecise methods, corporal. I bet there are some survivors over there too, might just be knocked unconscious." He then pulled out a radio from his breast pocket. "Command, this is Hunter 2-1, tell the boys to bring some medics with them too, we got survivors over here."
'Medics? Isn't their goal to kill us? Unless they're trying to get information from the survivors.'
"Ramirez, go back to the other side, and tell them to start checking for signs of life. Backup should arrive shortly. Alright boys, be prepared for a second wave, we're lucky that satellite caught em when it did, but we're not in the clear yet, stay frosty!"
'Satellite? What the hell is a satellite?'
Her train of thought was suddenly cut off with a high pitched whir, and suddenly the drone was in front of her. It made a beeping sound and the gun pointed directly at her, it started to rotate.
"huh."
The gun started spinning and after half a second, the gun started releasing its payload of bullets. A few hit her, knocking her off her position as she fell forty feet and hit the ground, her aura seemed to finally have broken.
Three men around her were alerted to the sound of both her aura breaking and the fall. The men pointed their guns at her.
She wanted to attack, she wanted to kill them all, but seeing as they had the power to take down an entire group of White Fang, she wasn't going to take her chances, her best bet was to run now and just inform the White Fang back in Vale.
"Stay on the ground!" The man yelled.
She rolled over, got on her feet and booked it the other direction. She kept running and running
"Don't let her get away" Someone said in the distance.
All around her bullets flew by, they were accompanied by the sounds of more than a dozen men chasing her down, hitting the trees and ground, some getting dangerously close to her. But she kept running, she wouldn't stop until she got away, but, one well-placed shot was all it took, the back of her knee was hit, and with a grunt she fell down.
She crawled forward, pulling out her blade, she turned over and continued to back away. The uniformed men approached.
"Stay back!" She yelled at the top of her lungs while aimlessly swinging her sword around the air.
One of the men aimed his gun at her, and shot her in the shoulder.
The sudden amount pain coursing throughout her arm made her let go of her weapon.
"Ramirez, knock her out." A tall dark skinned man ordered.
In return, one of the men in the back approached her, flipping his gun so the stock of his rifle was pointed forward.
"Get away from me!" She twisted her body around and did her best to crawl away with her one good arm. But her motion was ended. She felt an incredible amount of force on her back
She turned around with nothing but fear in her eyes, 'Ramirez' had his boot on her back, he smashed the stock of his rifle onto the side of her head, instantly knocking her out.
Hey! Been a while eh? Things have been real busy on my end, but I've only been able to get back in groove of writing this, sorry there wasn't much, content wise on this chapter, but the next will, trust me. Now, reviews. I think I'll avoid answering ones with questions to the future of the plot, because well, spoilers.
Bruhmeister935: Yeah, not gonna lie, I was heavily disappointed by the Paladin, I mean, they were first shown off as these big bad indestructible mechs, then they only end up getting used in a few episodes, and in the few times they do get shown they always and up getting easily destroyed.
Gunfighterxy76: Sorry, I can't answer most of those, but for 4. Yes, don't worry, I have lots of plans for other military equipment, as you just saw with this one, where the crusader tank used an m1028 canister round.
TMDF-Artyom: Glad you found this good. Hopefully it stays that way.
VGBlackwing: Atlas is indeed very weak, when at least compared to Earth militaries.
Monster King: No, you're awesome.
Peroroncino: We *kinda* already are.
Quma25: Ye there's a huge difference in military ideology from what we've seen between the US and Remnant, so there's guaranteed to have been a clash. Also this wouldn't be the first time the US holds a propaganda radio show in enemy countries, but yeah I thought it would be fun to do that here.
Janny092: I'll try, and yes, Juno is only gonna get bigger from here on out.
Guest: That satellite 'Network' is really just one satellite at the moment, but these Remnant leaders will certainly be in for a surprise soon.
Guest: Yeah, I'm honestly surprised that Remnant has no BVR capabilities, I mean they literally have transformable weapons, incredibly sophisticated prosthetics and holograms, but apparently even primitive level BVR missiles are too much to ask for.
Masterix: That would be fun.
Tin09: Yaaaaay! My first criticism! Let's goooooo! But seriously I'm happy that you addressed this problem you found because it allows me the opportunity to clear shit up. First of all, yes, Remnant's computers are compatible with Earth's because they use the same type of signal, being radio waves, so unless Remnant uses some other form of radiation to communicate, then it's highly unlikely that they will be incompatible based on signal. Now you might say "Oh, but programming language!" You don't necessarily need to have the same programming language in order for a cyberattack or basic communications to work, a good example of this would be the Chinese and the United States militaries who both use different programming languages, "Ada (Slowly being replaced but still widely used)" and an unknown highly classified programming language, yet they are both still able to communicate and do cyberattacks on each other. After all, all programming is basically just a bunch of 1s and 0s with just a difference in how that data is arranged A.K.A syntax. And who's to say that Remnant computers don't use some form of American standardized programming language too? I mean almost everything they have is ripped off from earth anyway(lol.)
CaptainWarhammer: Thanks for enjoying dude! I try my best :)
Just a Crazy-Man: Yes, it is in fact the only Generals mod I have thoroughly played.
Shashenka: And thank you for reading it dude!
Guest: Yes, Burton will definitely play large role in this story, as you have seen thus far.
IX404: Soon bro, soon, finally have some time in my hands so *hopefully* I can pump more of these out sooner than later.
Ozzman84: Sorry to say, but I have no plans to involve the Tiberium Universe in this, then again this story has very little already planned out, so we'll see, but if they ever do get involved it will just be in passing and it will not be playing a major role in the story.
Please continue leaving reviews, as it helps me gauge whether or not I'm going the right direction with this story.
Thanks for reading!