Team RPTR Chapter 1
The shattered moon of Remnant gleamed a cool white light down onto the quiet city of Vale, home of Beacon Academy, a school that trains a special type of warrior known all across the world as Huntsman. It should be known that this night will not be quiet, as a small, dull rectangle of a building was being swarmed by Vale's Special Response Unit, or the VSRU, affectionately called the Versu. Dressed in their white uniforms and silver armor with helmets lacking noticeable eyeholes, and armed with standard issue auto rifles and retractable wrist-mounted shields, it was pretty clear that subtlety was not part of their approach. A team of four officers stood by the front door, with two on each side. One officer then planted a small device on the door. As he did, a small, red light began to blink, accompanied by a very subtle beeping noise. The rest of the officers then approached the other sides of the building, searching for any other doors to enter through. Luckily for them, there was only one other door at the back of the building. Again, four officers stood by the door, as one officer placed the small device on the back door. The other officers then stood back, taking cover behind their shields, which were large enough to cover the officers' body if they kneel. The officers standing by the doors simply braced themselves for what came next.
The commanding officer, wearing a more distinct black and white uniform held up his left arm. There, instead of the standard shield gauntlet was a smaller gauntlet with an even smaller blue screen. A subtle beeping noise could be heard from the screen, a rhythm in tune with the devices at the door. Then, with no words the commander then pressed a prompt on the gauntlet. The red lights on both devices turned to a solid white, before a sudden blast incinerated the doors. The officers immediately stormed the small building, ready to fire their weapons at their target. The whole building was one giant room, an abandoned factory building of some sort, yet it seemed empty. This set some confusion within the officers, as they frantically searched the massive room, checking all the dark corners for anything out of place. The room was dark, with no windows to let in the blue moonlight. Luckily for the officers, the visor behind their helmets allows them the use of different vision modes, such as night and thermal vision, as well as a radar tracker. One officer went a little further inwards than his fellow squad mates. He swapped through his different vision modes, none of which really aided in his search. And his motion tracker only counted the other officers, which let out a subtle pulsing sound as it scanned the area. Suddenly, the motion tracker let out a low beeping noise, as an indicator appeared on the officer's visor, letting him know which direction he should pay attention to. The officer aimed his weapon to his right, where an arrangement of large, wooden crates lay. The lone officer began to approach, but not before signaling the others to his position.
His motion tracker continued beeping, as the officer slowly made his way towards the crates, the beeping slowly rising in pitch the closer he got. However, he was soon interrupted, as the arrangement of crates suddenly burst outwards, knocking the officer back a few feet. Immediately, all the officers rushed towards where the sound came from. But before they could fully understand what happened, two officers were knocked unconscious via a swift strike to the nape. By the time the officers realized what was going on; two more officers lay unconscious on the ground. But firing their weapons inside the now cramped space would lead to friendly-fire and unnecessary casualties. Their only real useful option was to leave the building so as to set up a perimeter. But some of the newer officers didn't think so, as they began to fire their weapons blindly around the building. The commanding officer had attempted to order the rookies to cease fire, but his orders were drowned out by the sound of rapid gunfire. But then, one by one, the firing stopped, as the rookie officers were also knocked out by the attacker, creating an opening for him to escape.
Even though the officers were sent in to capture this man, they almost seem to part like a sea of liquid metal as he charged towards the door. The attacker began to chuckle, it had seemed as the Versu were not as efficient as he thought they would be, and he had worried over nothing. But just before he could pass the open doors into the night, the commanding officer blocked his path, with no intent on moving. But the attacker couldn't stop there, so he then jumped up, with his feet forward. The commanding officer was then kicked back, while the attacker used the momentum to roll forward. Now outside, the attacker made a beeline for the nearest vehicle, which was a police cruiser. After busting through the window, the attacker immediately entered the cruiser, and managed to hot-wire it to life. But before he could drive, he was fired upon by the remaining officers. While the cruiser would've normally been completely bullet-proof, the smashed window leaves a large opening. The attacker ducked under and slammed the gas pedal. The tires screeched and smoked on the road below, and with that, the attacker was off. The Versu then gave chase, but the attacker had given himself a major head start. The attacker had now entered a full-fledged laughing fit. He had the thrill of his life, all the while making fools of the Versu. But his problems were not over yet, as a cloaked figure on the rooftops hastened his pace.
The attacker was still evading capture from the authorities, so his routes were far from straight. This didn't make it any easier for the one on the rooftops, as he continued to chase the stolen vehicle around the city of Vale. But then, he decided to take a slight detour, one that the attacker had managed to miss. The chaser jumped onto the roof on his left, running as fast as he could, his legs began to burn, and his breathing grew faster by the second. Then he jumped down into an alley below. Time began to slow for the chaser, as his hand reached back. When he revealed his hand, he held a small, dark blue hilt with two rectangular chambers on both sides. Then immediately, from each chamber emerged a double-sided blade, which the chaser used to stab the front of the vehicle, pinning it to the ground. The chaser then jumped back to avoid slamming his face to the top of the vehicle as the back of it bounced up from the impact. When the chaser landed on solid, hard pavement, he noticed that the attacker in the cruiser was still very much alive, with only minor injuries to speak of. And he was very angry.
The attacker then kicked the door off the cruiser, exiting the vehicle while armed with a buzz saw adjacent weapon in his left hand, and a shotgun-blade on his right. The chaser, covered by a large cloak and hood, took this time to take a gander at the attacker in front of him. The attacker's black hair was ragged and spikey; his figure was somewhat lanky, which was seemingly emphasized by his clothing. A tight body suit with bits of armor covering his chest and lower half. His arms were wrapped in bandages, most likely to make him look tougher rather than to cover any actually injuries. Lastly was his face, his eyes were narrow, mostly due to his anger; he also wore a black bandana that covered his mouth and the bottom of his nose, where the chaser could swear he could see the attacker's face twist with fury.
"Now I don't know who the hell you are, or what you're trying to do stopping me," The attacker then said, all the while pointing his buzz saw at the chaser. "But I'm feeling nice, so I'll let you run off, before I'm forced to see what my saw does to your bones." This only elicited a smirk from the chaser, something that irritated the attacker.
"Well, that's awfully nice of you." The chaser replied. He then grasped his cloak before flinging it into the air, revealing a young boy wearing a white coat with light blue highlights, and dark blue long pants. His dark navy hair was messy with lighter shades of blue at the tips. And that was to say nothing about his weapon, a simple design painted with a vibrant mix of dark violet and blue. He then pointed said weapon at the attacker. "But, after hearing about some of the things you've done, I would be doing this city a major disservice."
Now, another emotion overtook the attacker's rage, dread.
"Wait a minute, you're that kid!" The attacker then stated, his hands began to shake as he began to back away. "What the hell are you doing here?!" Before the attacker could do anything, the young boy suddenly dashed forward, so fast that the attacker didn't actually see him move. The boy then used the flat end of his blades to strike the side of the attacker's face, nearly knocking him over.
"Son of a…" The attacker blurted out, grasping his injured face. He then turned around, facing the young boy who had passed him after striking with nothing but desperation. "Alright, guess I'll have to use this saw after all!" The attacker said, trying but failing to sound tough. "Hope you've had a good life kid!" The attacker then charged at his new problem, swinging his buzz saw with reckless abandon. Unfortunately for him, none of his attacks even came close to grazing the boy. Realizing this, the attacker quickly changed tactics, aiming his shot gun at the young lad. He then fired, and missed.
"What the…!?" The attacker shrieked. This time he fired twice, both shots missed. Now, the attacker fired his weapon without stopping. The young boy countered this by simply zipping around the alley, and he didn't really worry about any serious damage to the walls. "DAMMIT, HOW FAST IS THIS BRAT!" The attacker bellowed. The boy then zoomed towards the attacker, before looking eye-to-eye with his objective.
"Gah! Back off!" The attacker barked, attempting to kick this crazy kid away, which said crazy kid simply flipped back. The attacker then growled. This kid's not just fighting me; he's trying to humiliate me!
"Getting cocky, huh!?" The attacker growled, before flicking his shotgun, shifting it into a long, single-sided blade. "I'M GUNNA MAKE YOU PAY, YOU LITTLE PUNK!" The attacker then charged forward, with his weapons ready to cut down the young lad. But this time, the boy didn't dodge; after all, the kid's got a duel-blade. He began to block both the buzz saw and the blade, with the attacker laughing with each strike. "Having some trouble now, aren't you kid? Once I'm done with you, the cops of this city are gonna need a lot a brain power to figure out who the hell you were!" The attacker then laughed, "That's what you get, makin' a fool outta me!"
"You say that like it's supposed to scare me, when you're the one who's making a fool of yourself." The boy retorted, as he then used his opponent's momentum to knock his weapons off hands and up towards the night sky.
"Wha-what the…" The attacker whimpered, as the boy retracted the blades of his weapon. He then let out a powerful roar, with his right fist cocked back. And before the attacker could figure out what was going on, the only thing he felt was a punch to his nose, as the sound of cracking could be heard before he hit the cruiser behind him. The last thing he saw before blacking out completely was the sight of the young boy giving him a little smirk.
"What do ya know, you've gone and done it again, kid." An officer then said. The boy smiled sheepishly in response.
"Sorry, I know I'm not legally allowed to do this stuff, but I just feel like I have to give something back to the city that raised me, you know?" The boy then said. The officer chuckled.
"Is that really what all this is about?" The officer said.
"That and I needed something to do once I got sick of visiting every arcade in this city." The boy responded. "I have to do something, right?" The officer laughed. But he then stopped once he got a glimpse at the now detained criminal being shoved into another police cruiser, preferably one that he couldn't steal.
"Listen, on a serious note, you've already done great things for Vale." The officer then stated. "I mean, this is the tenth guy you've booked. I'd say if it wasn't for your age, you'd make an excellent member of the VSRU."
"Thanks, but I'll have to decline for now." The boy answered. The officer let out a small sigh.
"Yeah, I know. Kids like you would prefer doing it their own way." The officer then said. "Well, whatever your future brings you, I hope you find success. And should you ever change your mind…"
"Hey, I thought I already said I declined?" The boy said, feigning a whiny, spoiled brat. Something that elicited a laugh from the officer. "Well, time for me to go." The boy then said, he then waved good bye to the officer and began to walk away. But then, he heard a voice call out to him. He turned around to see a different officer, seemingly a rookie due to his more youthful appearance, calling out to him.
"Hey, if it isn't too much to ask, what is your name?" The young officer asked.
"You can call me, Rain."