Chapter 6

Pharos

Almost half an hour later, the Branwen twins had returned. Robyn had unpacked her bag, as had Clover in the adjacent room.

"Did you take the scenic route?" Robyn quipped at them. "It should take that long to order."

"Food should be here in a couple minutes, blonde" Qrow quipped back, with Robyn furrowing her brow, "We were getting intel for the mission."

"Well," Clover added, leaning against the wall, "That's good. What do you get?"

"The passengers of the Yakutsk all have a section of a nearby hotel occupied for them, until family members or their respective kingdoms can come pick them up."

"The surviving crew members," Raven added, "Are all located at one of the Harbor's few bars. It would be smart to split up. A group of four Huntsmen might be too intimidating."

"So," Clover commented, "Who's going for each group?"

Qrow began to speak, but Raven interrupted, "I'll take Little Bird~" "Little?" "~And we'll go talk with the crew members, find out where she went. You and my little brother can handle the passengers. That sound alright to you, Qrow?"

Qrow nodded, and a ring came to the door. "And that's our meal."

After spending some time eating their meal, the four left the hotel before splitting off.

"That was smart," Robyn stated, "Picking me as your buddy for this. Clover is much more boy scout, so he wouldn't like working with you, and, given what I've read up on you and Qrow's history, you don't like your brother that much."

"I know where you're going with this. I read your files on the way to Pharos, so I know what each of you are about. I choose who goes where based on the situation. We'll need a hardliner to get the crew members to talk. Unless you can somehow swoon them over," Robyn rolled her eyes, but hid a smirk, "And, for the passengers, they'll need a professional soldier to calm them down. Hence, I had to go for the crew members, while Clover will go for the passengers. As for Qrow, well, I read up on your files on the ride here. Let's just say he needs a crutch.

"What do you mean by that?"

Raven only smirked and picked up the pace, Robyn furrowing her brow again at the lack of a response.

Qrow and Clover headed down the streets of Pharos, heading towards a hotel with an Atlesian aesthetic.

"Have to say," Clover began, "When the General assigned me to this mission, I never expected to be working with Raven Branwen."

"Believe me," Qrow grumbled, "Neither did I. Believe me, I'm still on the fence on whether having her here was a good idea. But, she practically forced herself into this mission."

"...I get the distinct impression you don't like your sister."

"Hah, what made you think of that. Not only sticking with a band of thieves and murderers, who she consistently refers to as family, but also abandoning her real family."

"..."

The unspoken question was loudly felt. Qrow sighed, placing his hands in his pants pockets.

"Well, considering that this might be the only time we'll get a private conversation away from Rae, might as well. What did you learn about Summer?" Clover raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Don't give me that look. You're an Atlesian Huntsmen who works under Jimmy. If you didn't research Summer in that half hour I was gone, I'd be disappointed."

Clover smirked, "Besides that she disappeared over twelve years ago? One of the most experienced Huntresses of her generation, wife to Taiyang Xiao Long, and mother to Yang Xiao Long and Ruby Rose. She~"

"Stepmother to Yang Xiao Long."

"What?"

"Summer is Ruby's mother, but she isn't Yang's mother. My nieces are half-siblings."

"Then who's Yang's…," Clover's eyes slightly widened, "Oh."

"Yeah. Before Yang was even a year old, she gave Yang to Tai and left, returning to the Tribe. I eventually gave up on trying to convince her to come back. Honestly, when Summer disappeared, I half expected her to show up. But, nope, she never bothered once to come back to her real family."

'At least, not in human form.' Qrow thought. He did recall a few times he saw Raven around the Xiao Long/Rose house, but in bird form.

"So," Qrow continued, "To say I don't have a positive connection to her would be an understatement."

"Well, considering that she's here, working to bring her back, perhaps she's trying to make amends."

Qrow briefly looked up, considering the word. "Maybe." He mumbled, to quiet for Clover to hear.

The two entered the hotel, heading for the receptionist.

"Welcome to Oracle's Rest," he exclaimed, "How can I help you?"

"We're looking for the passengers of the Yakutsk." Clover replied.

"Are you related to any of the passengers?"

"No, no. We're Huntsmen, investigating the incident."

"Very well. Please present your Huntsmen identifications."

Qrow and Clover handed the man both their cards, which the receptionist scanned, both with a positive beeping sound.

"All good. The passengers are in Cul De Sac 3. Take a left down the main hallway, third path on the right."

"Thank you. Have a nice day."

Heading down the hall, the two turned down the pathway, seeing two security guards blocking the path. One of them placed a hand to his ear, Qrow noticing a small earpiece attached to it. After nodding, the two guards stepped aside, allowing them entry. Passing by them, Qrow and Clover entered a large open area. Shaped in a box, a fountain was in the center, with dozens of rooms lining the edges. People milled about, though the two experts could easily see that there was an air of tension.

'They did just barely escape a massacre.' Qrow thought before turning to Clover, "How do you want to do this?"

"How would you do it if you came alone?"

"Well, I wouldn't gather them all up. Peer pressure can be a right nasty thing, and we don't know how many of them view Summer in a positive light. If more people give angry responses, the good ones might keep quiet."

"Smart. Well, you take left, I'll go right."

Clover nodded, heading for the nearest door on the left. Qrow did the same for the right. Knocking twice, Qrow could hear movement inside.

'Damn, maybe I should've told Clover to ask about the attackers, instead of the Hound. That might've been easier for them to talk about.'

The door opened, revealing a woman with yellow hair clutching a baby.

"Yes?"

"My name's Qrow Branwen," Qrow pulled up his Huntsman License, "I'm a Huntsmen. I'm here investigating the attack on your ship."

"O~Okay," the woman stammered as she let Qrow in, "Just give me a second."

"Take you time." Qrow entered, grabbing a nearby chair. He heard a ruckus going on in the next room. The woman went into said room, scowl on her face. A moment after sitting down, the main door opened, a man with grey hair stepping through. When he saw Qrow, he was initially shocked, then looked annoyed.

"Who are you?"

"I~"

"Sorry for the interruption," the woman said, returning with two other men, both red heads, "We're sharing the room with a pair of brothers."

"Seruna," the grey haired man inquired, "What's going on?"

"So," one of the red heads exclaimed, taking a seat on a bed, slapping a hand on his knee, "I hear you're looking for the ba~" he quickly looked at the baby nearby, "For the guys who blew up the ship."

Qrow nodded, "You'd be correct."

The grey haired man 'o'd his mouth, and sat next to Seruna.

"So," the other red head spoke up, "I'm Tom, he's Bell, and our resident couple over there are Seruna and Lucan. That little bundle of joy they have is Vicky. We're not related to them, just adjacent to their rooms on the Yakutsk. What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

"Well," Lucan began, "It started in the middle of the night. Without warning, all the alarms sounded, and the crew began sending us to the lifeboats. We didn't know what was happening. I thought it was a Grimm attack."

"Gah," Bell retorted, "Doesn't make sense. If it was Grimm, the captain would've had us stay inside, like when those Feilongs attacked."

"This," Tom continued, "This had to be pirates. Especially with what happened after we launched off."

"And what happened?" Qrow inquired.

Seruna spoke up, "When we got a short distance from the ship, the lifeboats turned off all their lights. A moment afterwards, so did the ship. Awhile later, a bright light came from the direction the ship was. We could see several rescue flares, and, I think the crew member on our boat was using binoculars to see what was happening. We could vaguely hear gunshots in the distance. Eventually, the bright light faded, leaving us in darkness once again."

"I," Lucan continued, "I think we knew the ship was sunk at that point. Pretty soon, the First Mate, Callus I think his name was, ordered all the lifeboats to full stop. They then grabbed the boat's tarp, got it wet, then covered all of us with it. As if we couldn't see enough already. A moment later, we heard the sound of an airship quickly passing over us."

"Smart move the First Mate did," Tom interjected, "By getting it wet, it made the already cold tarp even colder."

"And," Bell added, "By having it cover us, it masked our heat from the airship."

'Pretty sure that it wouldn't block out all of the heat, but I won't concern them with that.'

"Yeah," Seruna, "But it gave several of us hypothermia. If we didn't run into Pharos's coastal guard, I don't know if we would've made it without some people...dying."

"Did any of you get a look at the airship?" When they all shook their heads, Qrow groaned, "Well then, perhaps~"

"They had to be there for the Hound." Lucan interrupted. Qrow resisted the urge to smirk. 'Lead them into the conversation, so they willingly give you the info.'

"So the rumors are true? A talking Grimm was onboard your ship?"

"Yeah. Two Feilongs attacked the ship, and it showed up out of nowhere, helping take them down."

I've~" Seruna began, "Never knew Grimm could be like that. Could talk, would actually save people. Just...What is that thing?"

Qrow wanted to sigh. 'I want to say she's the only hybrid, but who knows how many others have been mutated.' "...I don't know, ma'am. I don't know."

"Regardless," Tom exclaimed, "That thing was awesome. I wouldn't want it anywhere near me, but I don't mind if it's punching Grimm instead of us."

"That we can agree with, brother. Don't care what the Hound is, so long as it only attacks other Grimm."

Qrow resisted smirking, but the couple's response made him frown even more.

"And what if there are more Grimm like it? You may not have noticed, but that Grimm was aware of the situation. It didn't act on base instincts. It could use tactics. Are the Grimm getting smarter? If so, then how safe are we?"

'Okay, better interject before this mother has a nervous breakdown.' "That's our job. If the Grimm get stronger, as you suggest, then you forget that we Huntsmen get stronger every generation. We always have, and we always will."

He wasn't much of an orator, but his words seemed to calm them down.

"Well, if that's all, then I'd think I should be going. Got a lot of others here I need to ask about."

'I wonder how Clover's handling his side of the cul de sac?'

With Clover, said man was pinching the bridge of his nose. He was in front of three clearly Atlesian nobility, alongside four people from Vacuo. He started off asking about the Hound, but he has quickly been sidelined as the two groups started arguing about it.

"It's not natural, that creature," an Atlesian said proudly, "We shouldn't even be having this discussion. It's quite clear that Grimm should be hunted down and killed."

"And after it had just saved us," a Valian fired back, "You just want to kill it without considering the consequences."

"Not a day after it left," another Atlesian retorted, "And the ship sank. That monster brought those pirates to our ship. Clearly it's more trouble than it's worth."

'If I got this with my Semblance, I don't want to know what Qrow got.'

Down at the docks, Raven and Robyn approached the bar where the Yakutsk survivors were located. The waves of the bay crashed against the docks, leaving the wooden planks slightly damp.

"So," Raven stated, "James had to bribe you to get you to join?"

"If I knew that we were rescuing a person turned into a Grimm, I would've joined regardless. But, yes."

"Smart. You saw no need to help unless it benefited you."

"And how does helping Summer benefit you? Pretty sure this Summer was the picture model of a Huntress. You've put up this image of a heartless person, but being here puts that entire image out the window, or, more appropriately, tossed into the water."

Raven simply scoffed at the statement.

"Hold up." Robyn said as she walked to the side. She started adjusting her weapon, a hand-crossbow attached to her left arm. To Raven's amusement, it resembles a bird. Deciding to follow her example, she inspected Omen in its scabbard.

After a couple seconds, Robyn called out. "Sorry about that. Sherwood just got an upgrade a couple days ago, and I had to make sure that it was working properly."

"And you had to do it now?"

"Well...Something tells me this might get violent."

Raven looked at the bar, raising a brow, "Is it because it's a bar?"

Now it was Robyn's turn to smirk and entered. Raven simply shook her head and followed her in. The room was brightly lit from the sunlight, and there were dozens of patrons. Enough so that no one paid too much attention to the new arrivals. Approaching the bar, a dark-skinned woman was quickly sliding drinks down the bar.

"Can I get you two ladies anything?"

"We're looking for the Yakutsk survivors." Raven replied. The bartender nodded her head to the side. The two turned, looking in the direction, and saw a half-size wooden divider separating most of the area to a small section near some windows. Around ten men and women all sat together, their discussions tuned out by the various other discussions.

Callus looked about his men, each of them discussing their current situation. Pharos was glad enough to house the passengers and surviving crew, but, for the crew, they did have to be a debt. Luckily, the captain had a distant cousin that owned her own ship. It would still be a couple days before her ship arrived, but they'd get back on their feet.

As two of his crew mates discussed the details about the attack, Callus saw two women approaching. One of them was a blond, and the other~Callus's eyes widened in fear.

"Trouble." That single word put all of them on edge as they turned to look where Callus was.

"Holy shit," a man said, "That's Raven fucking Branwen."

"What's she doing here?" Another said.

"Just," Callus replied, "Get ready for a fight." The two women approached them. "Ladies, how can I help you?"

"I hear," Robyn stated, "That you had an interesting encounter with a Grimm."

"You mean the Hound? Yeah, interesting a word for it. So is terrifying."

"I don't know what's scarier," another added, "That it could talk, or that it can modify its body. Both mean that it can strategize, so that's already a concern."

"Well," Raven continued for Robyn, "We're looking for it."

"To kill it?" Callus inquired.

"No."

Callus raised an eyebrow. Any normal Huntsmen saying that would be cause for concern. But, since it came from the Bandit Queen herself, it was worrying.

"Why wouldn't you want to kill that freak?" A crew member said, her voice slightly slurred, indicating she was drunk.

"Oh, son of~" Callus mumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Especially when he noticed Raven clench her fist.

"Excuse me?" Robyn replied. The woman got up, a bottle in her hand.

"That ship had been with us for seven years. Been through some of the worst storms to come to Remnant, both natural and Grimm, helmed by the best damn captain this side of Remnant. Then that freak," Raven's brows furrowed, "Appears, and we lose the ship the day it leaves."

"Mil~" Callus tried to intervene, but was cut off.

"That thing killed our captain. Death's the only thing that monster deser~"

She didn't get much farther as Raven grabbed the bottle, smashed it on her head, grabbed said head, then slammed it against the divider. The rest of the bar turned to see the scuffle as silence occupied the room. The remaining crew, minus Callus, got up and pointed pistols at the two as Robyn deployed Sherwood, aiming at the closest man. The offending woman was passed out on the ground as Raven simply stood there, three pistols aiming at her head.

"Well, so much for negotiations." Robyn quipped.

"Weapons down, NOW!" Callus barked out.

"Callus~"

"Now." He said again, quieter, but his voice colder. The others slowly put their pistols away and sat down as the other patrons returned to their business. Robyn put away her weapon and sat down, as did Raven.

"Well then," Robyn said, "About our earlier question."

Callus simply brought up a Scroll, showing a map. "We encountered the Hound here. We travelled several days eastward, then the creature departed south-east towards Sanus." He then pointed to a spot on north-western Sanus. "That's likely the landing spot. No nearby villages."

"Thank you." The two stood up, but Callus grabbed Robyn's wrist. Raven turned her head slightly

"Just one question...My captain told me something interesting about the Hound. He said that it was about reuniting a broken family. That creature...was it a person once?"

Raven simply walked away, giving Callus the answer he needed. His eyes widened as he loosened his grip on Robyn, allowing her to gently yank her arm away. The remaining crew looked gobsmacked at the idea of a person being turned into a Grimm. The two could briefly hear Callus mumble, "The captain was right." But they paid no mind to it.

Raven began heading for the exit, but stopped when she saw Robyn heading to the barkeep.

"How much for the broken bottle?" Robyn inquired.

"Well, considering I only saw very little liquid come off it, and that they already paid for it, just a customary payment for causing a scene. Twenty Lien."

Robyn paid the money. "Sorry about that."

"A second longer, and I would've hit the Panic button, and you'd have the Legion to deal with. Have a good day."

Robyn nodded as she joined Raven, the two exiting the bar.

"That could've been much worse."

"And you didn't need to knock that woman out."

"If she said anything more, I might've stabbed her."

"No, I mean, I was already planning on knocking her out."

Raven turned her head, raising a brow, before smirking and looking back forward.

"I think I might like you."

The sun was going down when the four of them got back to their hotel room.

"So," Clover said with a slight groan, "How did we all do?"

"Well," Robyn replied, "We were able to get the likely location of where Summer landed in Sanus. From there, we can navigate our way southward. She'll likely stay away from any settlements, at least until she gets near Patch or Beacon Academy."

"Yeah," Qrow added, "That makes sense. Me and Clover got a read on how the passengers reacted to Summer's new body. As expected, they're mixed. Most of them are simply unnerved by her, while a few people are actually glad that there's a Grimm that doesn't immediately attack others. However, as Clover has discovered, plenty of people want it simply destroyed. I have to say, I feel bad for you, Clover. Most of the people you got were snobbish and arrogant. My people were more calm and collected."

'Wait,' Raven thought, raising her brows, 'You can't be serious!'

"Well," Robyn finished, "I think that's all we're getting. Shall we settle in for the night? Our ship will be arriving just before dawn."

The two men nodded, heading to their room. Once they entered, they could hear laughter, Qrow realizing it was Raven's voice.

'My sister, laughing? Why would~Oh, of course she would.'

"Is," Clover stated, "Everything alright with her?"

"Yeah, just her being her usual self. Let's get some shuteye."

In the girl's room, Raven covered her mouth to contain her laughter.

"What's so funny?" Robyn inquired, resisting a smirk herself.

"It's not as funny as it seems, but I can't stop laughing. What's Clover's Semblance?"

"Huh?"

"What's his Semblance."

"It's Good Fortune. Pretty self explanatory."

"Okay, the reason why I wanted Qrow to be with Clover is because my brother's Semblance is Misfortune."

"Wait," Robyn replied, now fully smirking, "You serious?"

"Yes. Figured my brother needed a lifeline. Now, picture this: The guy who emanates bad luck got lucky, while the guy who has nothing but fortune has a bout of misfortune."

Robyn's eyes widened, and she now joined Raven in the laughter. Eventually, the two decided to fall asleep as well.

Hours later, before dawn arrived, team QRRE gathered their supplies and met the ship at the harbor, getting their ride to Sanus proper. By the time they arrived in Sanus, the sun had fully risen over the horizon. Heading to the back, they entered the cargo hold, where the exit ramp was deployed.

"What's Jimmy gotten us?" Qrow said. Clover pulled the tarp over the vehicle, which looked like an Atlesian Officer car.

"An experimental vehicle. I don't know much, all I know is that it uses Dust at a much lower rate. We won't have to worry about refueling."

Raven noticed a pair of motorcycles, one on each side of the car. Both were black, but one had blue highlights while the other had green highlights. Not only that, but their front and back wheels were actually two wheels linked together.

"And the bikes." She inquired.

"Same thing. Experimental all-terrain motorcycles. I could go on about their specifications, but~"

"But we're wasting time as is," Robyn finished for him, even if it wasn't what he was going to say.

"Right. Mount up, Huntsmen."

Robyn quickly got on the black/blue bike, and Qrow went to get on the black/green one. However, as he went to grab the handle and get on, Raven placed her hand on the other handle, getting on before him.

"I think not," she rebuffed, "You should sit with the boy scout."

And the counter to your Semblance. Went unsaid. Qrow simply rolled his eyes, getting in the car alongside Clover. To Raven's relief, Qrow got in the passenger seat, letting Clover take the wheel.

"Me and Little Bird," Robyn rolled her eyes, "Will head to the spot Summer likely landed. You two catch up."

The two bikes slowly descended down the ramp, then picked up speed when the departed.

Team QRRE were now on the hunt.

March 4th, Northern Sanus

The sun beat down on Summer as she ran across a mountain trail. After the rain had stopped, she continued her journey southward. Summer had renamed the two forms she could take to Wolf Form, and Werewolf Form, as both were dogs in nature.

There were several packs of Grimm, all of varying species, but they all could sense Summer's power and stayed back. Summer was obviously grateful, but also concerned. Putting aside the pain in her back, the itch in the back of her head had not gone away. If anything, it's only gotten worse.

As Summer neared a corner of the mountain trail, she heard gunfire in the distance. Looking in the direction, she could see a dirt road a mile away. She could see half a dozen trucks and cars, being shot at from all angles.

'Bandits' Summer growled. Without even thinking, she started jumping down the mountain, much like how mountain goats jump from rock to rock. Upon reaching the ground, she started running, heading towards the firefight. As she neared, she could see what was going on. Around twenty bandits had surrounded the trucks, pinning the people inside. There were already bodies from both sides, but the caravan was about to be overrun.

Summer charged at the right side, heading for the first bandit. He quickly saw Summer charging at him and turned his rifle towards her. Summer simply tanked the bullets as she shifted to Werewolf form, back handing the bandit into a nearby tree. The sudden appearance drew everyone's attention as the bandits on the right side turned their guns on Summer. She ran at another bandit, slashing at her and sending her to the ground, her Aura dampening the effects.

She then double hammer fisted another bandit, only to be met with a sickening crunch and squelch. Summer paused in horror. It seemed that this bandit didn't have his Aura to protect him, and he was left screaming on the ground, his limbs contorted and bleeding out. Then Summer saw the blood, and her vision went red.

'I showed them they are weak. Weakness cannot be allowed against Her. These people choose to attack them, they deserve only one thing.'

"Death." The Hound said, shocking everyone.

"D-di-," one of the bandits exclaimed, "Did that thing just~" Said bandit was then slashed by the Hound, sending him flying into a tree. The other bandits turned their attention from the caravan and towards the Grimm now attacking them.

"What the hell is that thing?" The leader of the caravan whispered as the Hound tore through the bandits without mercy. "Jenshin, grab the heavy ordnance, but wait for my command."

The Hound then impaled another bandit through the chest, leaving only the bandits on the left side of the caravan. Shifting to Wolf form, it charged across, ramming into the front of one of the trucks. The bandits fired at the Grimm, to little effect. The Hound bit into a bandit's leg, tossing him into a tree before slamming a paw down upon him.

Shifting the Werewolf form, it grabbed another bandit by the leg and started slamming him to the ground several times before tossing the now bloody corpse at a truck. It then ran to the last bandit, picked him up, and started pulling from both sides. The man screamed in pain as his Aura flashed, then broke, then he broke into two. The two halves of the man's body drenched blood unto the Hound's paws.

'Death to those that would prey on the innocent.'

PWOOSH

The Hound turned, only to be impacted by a missile, and the explosion send it flying into a tree, uprooting it slightly. Black liquid sprayed across the area as a chunk of it's 'skin' was blasted off.

"Got it!" Jenshin cheered, holding a rocket launcher.

"Quick, while it's down, go go go GO GO!"

The trucks quickly started up and sped away, several people firing at the monster as they drove away. The Hound grunted, growling at the fleeing trucks. The liquid slowly replenished itself, allowing for slow healing.

'I saved them, and they repaid by attacking me! I killed their attackers! I killed~' The red in her vision dissipated.

'Oh, Gods,' Summer thought, 'I killed them. Not only killed, I eviscerated them! What~'

Summer stood, looking at the blood on her hands. The blood now sinking into her skin, a reminder that she'll never 'wash her hands of the sins'. This wasn't a case of the Grimm taking over. She knew what that felt like. No, she was in control the entire time, and she still did it.

"What have I done?"

Miles away, near a cave, a four winged Bullhead descended to its entrance. The undamaged door opened, revealing Tyrian and Hazel, two agents of Salem. Hazel held out a round device and entered the cave, sweeping the area.

"Ahg," Tyrian groaned, "Such an ungrateful creature. To be blessed with such powers by the Goddess, yet unappreciative of it's gifts."

"It is strange that the Grimm would rebel against her," Hazel replied, "But, we'll retrieve it."

"We could've retrieved it much sooner had someone told us!" Tyrian turned to the Bullhead, seeing his other accomplice, Arthur Watts, sitting in the cockpit.

"How is that my fault," Arthur retorted, "When you're the one who looks ready to slice my throat whenever I question Salem's actions. If I wasn't concerned that you'd attack me, perhaps I would've been more willing to inquire about the creature, and we would've been able to grab it before it left the Grimmlands."

"Enough." Hazel yelled out. This argument was pointless, and only served to waste time. As he went further into the cave, the dull glow coming from the object glowed brighter. "It was here. Recently. Based on the glow, I'd say we're a day behind it."

Tyrian giggled, "Not for long. Which way?"

Hazel nodded, looking at the metal petri dish. Inside was a black and purple oozing mess with red eyes, the center of it glowing orange. Cybernetic parts could be seen, ensuring the Grimm doesn't attack him. Hazel remembered the words that Salem told him.

The Grimm that Watts described is an...experiment. One I thought I had full control over. It seems it is more resilient than I anticipated. However, all is not lost. The creature has a unique Sulfur Fish, and this...Compass, as I'll call it, shall track it. Bring the Grimm back to me.

Hazel walked out of the cave, sweeping the compass. When he pointed it southeast, the orange glowed brighter.

"There."

Salem's agents were on the trail.

Author's Notes: The chase is on, though Salem's Agents have a massive head start. Not only that, but, maybe Summer isn't as mentally sound as we'd like to think.

In case you're wondering what the vehicles look like, the car is a French Army ACMAT VLRA.

As for motorcycles...look up 'Kawasaki Future Motorcycle' and you'll find what it looks like quickly.

As always, leave a review, fav/follow, and I'll see you all next time.