The Journey begins
New Beacon/ Kingdom of Vale/Sanus
9:36 am September 23rd 30 A.F.B.
30 years After the Fall of Beacon
New Beacon built from the remnants of the old. First of the new Huntsman Academies. The next generations of Huntsmen and Huntresses prefer this one over the others. Not really a surprise given its legacy and the history of the other academies. Many have come to agree that this is the only place that truly teaches true Huntsmen. The latest of its students will test that theory as they journey very far from the territories of the kingdoms. Deep into the last great unknown of Remnant.
On the airfields of New Beacon a colonial staging ground takes place as they wait for their ride. Hundreds of them think of this as a once in a lifetime opportunity to make a life for themselves. An opportunity to make their own kingdom, new and free of the old and failed. Some can't wait for their new found independence from the other kingdoms and their compromise to be over. As they wait patiently, their ride finally shows.
A single Nicholas-class light frigate from New Alsius hovers itself in the air space of New Beacon. As it maintains its altitude three air buses and a dropship deploy from its hangar bays. They make their way to the colonists airfield and land. The air buses ready for the colonists to board them. Most of them aren't quite happy to rely on the remnants of the Broken Kingdom but what can they do. To help ease tensions they were granted their requests for multiple huntsman teams to help aid in their colonial efforts.
As they board the transports some have noticed the dropship going somewhere else. It lands near the main building itself. Most assumed it was for the huntsmen teams that were assigned to help them. They must be something if the military goes out of their way to pick them up. Though most can't help but wonder; who are these huntsmen that are supposed to help them.
Near an air-pad close to the main building three huntsmen teams wait for their ride. As they wait they're briefed by the Headmaster who's speaking in a strange but familiar fast paced speech tone.
"I can assure you that the colonies are well established, thus allowing you plenty of means to continue the operations at play. While assisting the colonists with perimeter defense you will also be doing reconnaissance and extermination missions that are in the best interest of the colonies. All of your essentials have been packed, and any available resources at hand are at your disposal. As students you will also be under the charge of the Pro- huntsmen that have volunteered for this assignment. As well as the Joint Military personnel that have been contracted to help support the colonial defenses. Did all of you get that or do I have to explain it all over again?" Asked the Headmaster as he finished his briefing.
"I think we're all good Doc," answered one of the students.
"We got it, another student asserted. It's just that some of us have trouble understanding that bable of yours Professor. Seriously ever thought about cutting back on the caffeine?"
"Onyx," whispered one of his teammates.
"Hey I'm just saying he talks way too fast."
"Pa osi vit ke bouch ou Black," quipped another student.
Some of the students laughed. Onyx annoyed due to being made a fool. The headmaster tries to regain their attention. As to get them to focus on the situation.
"Alright that's enough, back to the topic at hand," affirmed the headmaster.
The students silenced their laughing. All of them give their focus to the headmaster.
"To recap, once you arrive at the colonies you will be given various tasks and responsibilities needed on behalf of colonists. You will report to either your assigned Huntsman, or huntress or the local colonial administration authorities. As well as the joint military task force stationed there, and the veteran huntsmen that have volunteered to aid the colonists. A dropship will be arriving soon to bring you aboard that Frigate along with the 300 civilians looking to emigrate to the colonies. They will be under your care for the duration of the journey and the development of the colonies until you are rotated out by other huntsmen teams. With that aside let's proceed to assigning you to your designated huntsmen. Are you all ready?"
"Yes Professor."
"YUP!."
"Were ready for anything."
"Yes."
"So who are they Professor?"
"Doctor! As for who they are, ask them yourselves," he declared as he gestured to the dropship inbound.
The teams look to the air to see the dropship making its landing. It lands about 20 feet away from them. The engines are still on. Meaning that it's here for a quick pick up and quick take off. Its rear door opens and a ramp extends. Two figures start to walk down the ramp to meet them.
"Ships ready for pick up, are the teams ready Dr. Oobleck?"
"Almost Ms. Scarlatina, I just need to tell them who they're going with," he answered.
"Better make it fast Professor were leaving in three," added the other huntsman.
"DOCTOR! Continuing on The teams will be assigned to these huntsmen respectfully. Team A.R.J.T. (Argent) will be under Ms. Scarlatina's care. While Team T.W.L.G.(Twilight) is assigned to Mr. Porfirio's. Team J.O.Q.L.(Jonquil) will have full autonomy due to their seniority and experience. But are still under the authority and supervision of either Ms. Scarlatina or Mr. Porfirio. You have your mission and assignments good luck."
"Will do Headmaster," said one of the team leaders.
The students converse with one another as they board the dropship.
"Finally we're going to Nulama, the last frontier for Huntsmen."
"There are still other places yet to be fully explored by Bell. I wouldn't exactly call this the last."
"Yeah but those are either lost or boring places to go Bill."
"You're from Nulama right, Sil?"
"In a way yes."
"That's good, we'll have some insight and familiarity once we get there."
"I BET That we get there we'll get to slay Death Stalker, NO! A Goliath it'll be the perfect adventure for our first task over there."
"Mwen doute ke Ren. pi bon an nou pral jwenn se yon lòd ekstèminasyon pake Beowolf."
"Don't be such a downer."
As the last of the students bored, The Huntsmen assigned to them have a quick talk before they board.
"Hey Vel got a sec?"
"Sure," she answered.
"I know its been a while since I've been and you used to learn from but; Did he always have a mustache or is that new?"
"Oh, he grew that to remember an old friend. RIP Professor Port," she said.
"Ah,Gotcha," he acknowledged
As they board the two make their way to the cockpit and give the Pilots the greenlight for take off. They acknowledge and take to the sky. En route to the Frigate in the sky
N.A.S. Prayers to Broken Stone/ Vale Air space
9:47 am September 23rd
Flight crews in the enlarged hangar bay of the ship make room for the oncoming Airbuses of colonists about to board. The ATC and Technicians guide the first Airbus into dock. Once docked the passengers start exiting the bus. In an ordered file they follow their designated guide to quarters. As the first tour is underway the rest of the local units prepare for the next Airbus. As they do they are overseen by some of the ship's security detail; N.A. Marines.
"So, these are the new civvies, were suppose to escort?"
"Yup."
"Not really impressive are they?"
"We got guns, don't put them on our level."
"Fair enough. Also, remind me why are we here eyeballing the meat shields instead of doing something interesting?"
"The ship's Captain wanted a team to-
"NOT our orders why, Why as in why the hell are we wasting our time helping these A-holes get land instead of our own?"
"Clearly you don't know your history, he said as they lit a cigarette. Were in a time of fragile peace and we lack the resources and economy needed to sustain ourselves. Given our history, like it or not we are in no position to just take what we need. So suck it up and accept the fact that we have to be hired guns that nobody cares about," he said as he took a big huff and blew smoke into the young Privates face.
"Coff,coff, heck, ahem, -Really," they asked as they were wiping smoke away from?
"Not my fault you're an idiot."
"Whatever, I enlisted to see action, not babysit a bunch of weebs and punks."
"What does that say about you," he asked as he took another huff of smoke?
"Fuck you."
"No thanks I'm good."
As they continued a nearby technician walked to them to inform them of the dropship inbound putting an end to their bickering. As well as receiving new orders to escort and guide their honored guests to the ship's Captain and then their designated quarters. They wait on standby for the dropship that came straight from New Beacons center. As they wait for them another technician nearby calls out one of the Marines and tells them the hanger bay is a no-smoking zone. The Marine begrudgingly puts out his cigarette bud and stops. Just in time for the dropship to dock.
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"Remind me again why they're bringing in students?"
"Practical reasoning; they're more trustworthy and determined in the public eye than their jaded and tired veteran counterparts."
"And impractical?"
"Gotta get experience somehow."
The ship's rear door opens and the ramp extends. The Huntsmen, and the student teams exit out of the craft. They are soon greeted by the pair.
"Greetings I'm Corporal Waldemar Ryan and this is Private First Class Gaia Gerhard."
"Nice to meet you."
"Sup."
"We've been instructed to be your guides for your duration aboard this ship, but at the moment I've been ordered to take the huntsmen and the team leaders to the ships CO and the other officers for a mission briefing. While Private Gerhard will take the rest of you to your designated quarters. Are we clear?"
"Understood, Velvet responded. Albus, Timiga, Jun you're coming with, the rest of you just stay out of trouble."
"I will make no such promises," Ren said.
The Huntsmen and team leaders follow Ryan to the ship's bridge and the rest follow Gerhard to their stay on board. But elsewhere something a miss is happening.
New Beacon Airfields/ Kingdom of Vale/ Sanus 9:58 am
September 23rd 30 A.F.B.
The second transport was away and the last and final is in the middle of loading and boarding. But a problem occurs for one passenger trying to board.
"Sorry sir you're not on the list."
"I know I'm not on it, but it's dire that I get to little hope."
"Look I know you have something important over there but I need proper identification to let you on board."
"Please, I need to come aboard."
"I'm still going to need some form of I.D."
The stranger reached into his pocket and pulled out a large sum of Lien.
"How would you say a first name and a close watch on me."
The amount of Lien displayed before him was more than the average citizen made in 3 months, sad to say he was very tempted.
"What did you say your name was?"
"Oliver, though my friends call me Ollie."
"Welcome aboard Ollie," the crewmen said as he took the money and showed the stranger to his seat in the most viewable area of the transport.
The stranger proceeded to his seat and said to himself;
"At Least this time there was an infinite well of money to use."
Unfortunately another passenger hears him and asks;
"Who are talking to?"
"No one . . . Shut up."
"This the last of it?"
"Yeah this is pretty much it."
"Alright let's close this, and give the green light."
"Roger that."
The loading crew close the cargo hold doors and leave. But unknown to them a crate begins to open on its own as the Airbus takes off.
Ch. 1 Notes
Prayers to Broken Stone Index
Ships Company; 251
Marine Platoon; 24
Air Flight; 100
Valien Knight Troop; 96
Huntsmen; 4
Students; 12
Colonists; 300
Stowaways; 2
Ships total; 789
Translations
Language; Haitain Creole
(Yet to be added)
You probably guessed who the stranger is?
If you haven't then guess away.
What's in the box I wonder?