Author's Note:

Well, I must admit, there has been lots of ups and downs for RWBY and RT Animation in general over the last few months. Believe me, I have seen the comments on Youtube and the RT site on Vol. 6. And before you ask, no I have no intention of sharing my views on the Vic Mignogna situation. So if that is what you want, I must politely ask you to refrain from this.

To me, Fanfiction was a hobby that I grew to like ever since RWBY Vol. 1, and all I desire from this is to hope you enjoy the characters and stories I have made. Regardless, I will just say I hope that RT works things out for the betterment of the company, and that I still have every intention of watching RWBY, for it is the message and growth in every Volume that I have come to love from the show.

And so, without further ado, here is my story for this year! I was inspired to write this after watching certain media sources, mostly the Dragons Overwatch Animated short and an old movie I saw when I was younger, The Last Samurai. I only hope I do justice to the traditions and culture of Japan which I have done to emulate wherever I can in this story through my OC.

As always, please read and review.

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The boats were moored off an unsuspecting coast of Mistral. People dressed in black garb slowly moved large boxes to them while a few others kept watch for any Atlus airships above. It was risky operating this close to Argus, but this was the only way they could get these supplies to Atlas in time.

Separate from the rest of the group, a single man pulled out a Scroll. Typing a few buttons, he made a call. Slowly, the Scroll rang for a while before a cursive W appeared on the screen. "Sir, everything is as you requested."

"Perfect." Came the voice of Arthur Watts. "I'll see that your payment is made, after you deliver my goods. Getting Dust and other raw materials isn't very easy with that embargo in place. I trust you will not allow any room for error."

"Of course sir." The man nodded as Watts cut the call. He wasn't too sure who this Arthur Watts was, but he was paying money for his services. Very good money. So long as that was the case, he didn't care. It was the only thing he knew he could trust in this world, especially after being betrayed countless times himself. He had no love for anyone, and he kept it that way.

He went back to the ships being loaded with the unassuming boxes. This wasn't his first time smuggling things around. He knew how strict Atlas was with what was coming in. Thankfully, he was assured that these vessels were more than suitable for slipping under the radar of the finest military in the world. And he was assured by Watts that there would be no one to bat an eyelid at their operations. He liked working with him, always made sure things were thoroughly discussed. Well, the man did once say he wasn't fond of failure; he could empathize with that.

Then, something like a howl sounded before being interrupted by a pained cry. He watched as one of his men was flung toward his feet. Immediately, he pulled out his weapon-a pair of submachine guns chained together behind him-with his men following suit, and they looked for their adversary. His eyes fell upon a lone person who stood at least twenty feet away. Based on the figure of the body, it was a woman. He also took notice of her clothes, the emerald-green haori and white kosode were illuminated by the pale moonlight while the hakama gleamed black. But the one thing he did notice was the katana strapped to her hip. The weapon itself was about one-and-quarter arm length, no doubt deadly. He spotted no other weapons, believing her a close range fighter.

"Well?" He bellowed to the others. "Kill her you idiots! Shoot!" At once, triggers were pulled and bullets flew. The woman moved, a normal expectation. What wasn't normal was how fast she moved.

The sooner they fired she had become a blur, avoiding all their bullets. It wasn't long before she was right next to them. Instantly, she delivered a thrust and the unfortunate individual was blown off his feet. The woman quickly attacked another, this time jumping and landing a kick to the cheek of another man. The others moved away, putting distance between themselves and her, firing all the while. Her fingers curled into claws, and she swiped toward them. Instantly, his men were blown off their feet by a powerful gust of wind. As soon as he saw them, his eyes widened the instant he saw their torn clothes and the blood that spilled from small scratches on their bare flesh.

The woman pressed her assault, mowing down his men with ease. He threw his gun down, running back to the pile of boxes. While he was adamant about spoiling his client's goods, he figured some goods was better than none. He wasn't sure who this woman was, but it was apparent she was trying to destroy their operation. He pried open a box as the howls and cries of his men occurred behind him.

He finally opened it, pulling out a Dust-powered rocket launcher. He aimed just as the woman threw one of his men aside. He fired, the rocket now flying out of the barrel. Just when he believed the projectile would hit, the woman crouched low and jumped, thirty feet, into the air.

He watched as she held her palm up, and now he could see her fingers curl as if to grab something. All of their eyes widened as it seemed she gathered the very air itself into a rapidly spinning ball. Once the ball was about the size of a melon, she threw it, not at them, but one of the boats.

The projectile tore through even the metal hull, and the explosive force was so great that the other boats around were flipped over, some of the crates bursting as they landed on the ground, Dust spilling out into the ocean and on the beach.

"Someone kill this bitch already!" He roared as he loaded another rocket. However, the woman took this time to dive right at them from the sky. He watched now as she reached for the katana. Yet when she drew it, the blade remained sheathed. The perplexing action left him vulnerable to a vicious strike to his head. As he fell to the ground, he watched as she dispatched the rest of them with a mere sheathed weapon. He tried to get up as his men surrounded her, his guns now shifting into a pair of kusarigama as he rushed at her.

The woman however crossed her arms, her palms facing outward. She rapidly spun in a circle, her hands now slicing out around her. Instantly, powerful gusts of wind struck them all. He felt the pain, similar to being cut by a razor or a blade, as he was flung off his feet. He twisted so that he could land on his feet and looked up to survey the carnage.

The boats were damaged; it would be a while before they were even sea-worthy again. Dust had spilled into the ocean and the sand, along with the blood of his men. He also saw the gruesome sight that had been left behind by the assault, severed limbs also littered the beach along with slashed metal and weapons. The woman who caused this slaughter was gone, nothing but gusts left of her presence.

Who the hell was that? He gritted his teeth as he looked at the damage, grasping his arm that was now beginning to heal. However, he couldn't dwell on those thoughts for long. Thanks to her, the operation was a shambles. Already some Dust had been lost, with a few other weapons damaged beyond repair. He wasn't sure how he'd report this to Watts.

He now felt his Scroll ring. He turned it upwards and saw the cursive W again.

Just my luck. He gritted his teeth as he answered.

"Oh yes Mr. Khan, there is something I was hoping to caution you about." Came the voice of Watts.

"If you mean a woman that just slaughtered an army's worth with her bare hands, then you are far too late for that." Khan growled.

"What?" Watts replied. "What do you mean? I was only going to caution you about Atlas's scheduled patrols. What is going on there?"

"Let's just say I'll have to get back to you on that shipment; and my subsequent payment." Khan snarled. "For now, I have blood to pay back for…" Without another word, he hung the call. "Get whoever isn't dead back on their feet!" He bellowed to his men. "After that, we need to replenish our manifest."

"How?" One of his men asked. "Dust transports aren't easy to find you know?"

"I know." Khan nodded as he kept his weapons. "But Argus isn't."