Here I am with another chapter. I hope this particular one is worth the wait (not my best chapter, I admit) but this is a three-parter. So expect more.

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Despite the lack of Imperial presence on Remnant, the shadier parts of Vale reminded Titus of a few hive cities he aided in the defense of during his time with the chapter. From the severe lack of natural light, to the numerous worn and scraggly individuals lining the alleyways he traversed to reach his destination. But this was not the time to reminisce, for there was work that needed to be done. He was here for information, and Ozpin assured him that this Junior individual could provide what he needed.

Speaking of which, as he went around another corner, he laid eyes on his destination in the form of a massive neon sign over a set of double doors guard by two men in gray tuxedos and hats. They almost blended in perfectly were it nor for the red of their ties, and the sunglasses that they wore, along with the red blades they wielded.

This reminded Titus of his own outfit, a navy-blue shirt with the inverted white Omega of the Ultramarines, along with a pair of black cargo pants. Although he understood Ozpin's reasoning behind it, he still hated the concept of going anywhere without his armor. Without it, he felt vulnerable. Naked.

A feeling every Space Marine he knew of hated.

He was brought out of his musings by the guard on the left, who made a threatening gesture with his sword. "State your business."

In response, Titus merely strode up towards the guard, whom the Astarte had to admit, had some serious balls, or was just really stupid. "I am here to see Junior regarding information."

Upon halting in front of the guard in question, he immediately...fainted out of sheer terror. This caused his companion to face-palm at his antics and mutter something about the idiot getting a beat-down from the twins before gesturing for Titus to follow him. "Alright, right this way."

With that, the guard turned around and disappeared behind the doors, Titus quickly following him into a large room where he was assaulted by an onslaught of loud noise and bright flashing lights that his enhanced senses instantly adjusted to. This revealed what appeared to be a large open space filled with people moving in strange ways to the beat of some strange hymn involving drums and machine noises. The floor was lined with numerous booths with red leather seats which encompassed most of the surrounding area. At the far end of the room, a man in a strange costume was operating a blocky machine. And beneath it, a long counter lined with stools placed in front of an equally long stretch of shelves with a variety of various liquids. With his examination complete, he turned his attention towards the guard that escorted him in, who was currently talking to a pair of identical women, only differing in the color of their dresses with one white and the other red. Soon afterwards, the twins broke off the conversation and made their way towards Titus while the guard went back to the entrance. The one in white was the first to speak with a mischievous smile on her face as they reached the Astarte. "Well, he's definitely cute."

The one in red merely sighed in annoyance and proceeded to lecture her companion. "Get real Melanie, he'd probably split you in half."

The one now identified as Melanie laughed as she responded. "Come on Militia, a girl can dream, can't she?"

Meanwhile, Titus stood there in confusion at what they were saying, and dwindling patience at the fact they were wasting time. Until in a far corner of the room, he saw what looked like Professor Peach sending death glares towards the twins. He did not dwell on it long before Militia got his attention once more. "Hey big guy, we're gonna take you to Junior now."

With that, the twins turned around and began walking towards the area with the shelves of liquids, Titus quickly following. Upon reaching the counter, a man that appeared to be in charge came out to meet them. He possessed a pair of black pants and vest over a white dress shirt, with short, clean-cut black hair as well as a trimmed beard of the same color. As the man was busy wiping down a mug, Titus took the opportunity to speak. "Are you the one known as Junior?"

"Who wants to know?"

"I'm looking for information, and Ozpin recommended you."

Junior raised his eyebrows in mild shock before placing the mug on the counter and speaking, "Well alright then, what can I do for you?"

In response, Titus pulled out his faculty-issued Scroll (whose machine spirit hated him, he was absolutely sure of it) and after a few minutes of struggling with the Emperor-damned device, he managed to bring up the desired image and show it to Junior. "What do you know about cults in Vale that use any of these symbols?"

The symbols in question numbered five in total. The first was a black eight-pointed star. The second was a blood-red color that took the form of a rugged glyph. There was also a blue flame, a set of three green circles, and a purple-pink sex symbol that Junior couldn't make heads or tails of. But all of a sudden he pointed to the blue flame, a look of recognition on his face. "Okay, this one actually rings a few bells."

Titus raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Explain."

After prepping another drink for a nearby bar patron, a black-hooded individual with a red cape that gave off an aura of familiarity to Titus before Junior spoke. "I recently found out that the White Fang had acquired a new business partner. Big guy, about your size actually. But he's got some kind of dark-blue armor with some kind of flame motif similar to that symbol. At the very least, he's got 'Sorcerer' written all over him."

This did not bode well, How far did the corruption spread? Titus had to know more. "What else can you tell me?"

"Since that partnership started, the Fang has been snatching dust supplies left and right. Stores, warehouses, trains, freighters, you name it. There's actually a massive shipment arriving at the docks tomorrow night."

"How large of a shipment?"

The bartender spread his arms out to emphasize his point. "Huge Schnee Company freighter. And since the Fang have a grudge against the Schnee, they're bound to hit it."

Satisfied with this information, Titus stood up and departed through the front door, leaving a stack of lien and a shocked Junior behind, no one noticing the mysterious patron depart soon afterwards.

The atmosphere of Vale proper was positive as preparations for the Vytal Festival were well underway. Banners were being hoisted, streamers hung, and amidst the throngs of people going about their routines, Team RWBY was strolling along, their white-haired member acting a little too excited for the others comfort. "The Vytal Festival! Oh, this is absolutely wonderful!"

Although this change of personality was creeping out the entire team, Ruby was the one to voice it. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile this much, Weiss. It's kinda weirding me out."

"How could you not smile? A festival dedicated to the cultures of the world. There will be dances! Parades! A tournament! Oh, the amount of planning and organization that goes into this event is simply breathtaking!"

Yang gave the Heiress a deadpan look as she responded. "You certainly know how to take a good thing and make it sound boring."

Weiss gave a sharp look to her blond teammate. "Quiet, you!"

Blake, on the other hand, quickly tuned out the conversation, her thoughts dwelling on her friend and secret crush Daniel. Ever since Forever Fall, he has been distancing himself from everyone, seeking solitude every chance he got. And whenever she did get to see him, he looked worn, tired, even irritable, and he's usually the silent type, so this worried her to no end. The faunus was brought out of her thoughts when the team arrived at the Valean docks where there was a noticeable lack of people and the odd flock of birds, but Yang did not seem to care as evident in her bored tone. "Remind me again why we're spending our Friday afternoon at these stupid docks?"

As she finished speaking, Ruby sniffed the air a few times and cringed in disgust. "Ugh, they smell like fish."

Ignoring the reaper's comment, Weiss turned towards the brawler and answered. "As I said before, students from Vacuo will soon be arriving for the tournament. And as a student of Beacon, I feel that it is my solemn duty to welcome them to Vale."

Smirking at the heiress' declaration, Blake added her own thoughts. "She just wants to observe them so she can gain an advantage in the tournament."

Weiss quickly turned to her teammate and rebuked her claim. "You can't prove that!"

Before she could say anything else, the team's attention was brought back to the city, where a lone dust store was blocked off by police tape, it's windows shattered and its door torn off its hinges. Two lone VPD officers stood in front of the store, eliciting Ruby to ask the closer of the two about it. "What happened here?"

"Robbery. Second Dust shop to be hit this week. This place is turning into a jungle."

With that, the detective went to join his partner, leaving Ruby to ponder on what he said until the other guy spoke to him. "They left all the money again."

"Yeah, just doesn't make a lick of sense. Who needs that much Dust?"

"I don't know. An army?"

"You thinking the White Fang?"

"Yeah, I'm thinking we don't get paid enough."

As their conversation concluded, Weiss adopted a condescending look and spoke. "The White Fang. Tch, what a bunch of degenerates."

This set Blake's temper on edge as she responded. "What's your problem?"

"My problem is that I'd rather not associate myself with the criminally insane."

This caused the ninja's anger to rise as she made her retort. "They're not criminally insane. They're just a collection of misguided faunus."

The Heiress scoffed as she voiced her disbelief. "Misguided?! They want to wipe humanity off the face of the planet!"

"Okay, so they're very misguided. It still doesn't explain why they would rob a dust store in the middle of Vale!"

Hoping to prevent a confrontation, Ruby added her two cents. "She's got a point. The police never caught that Torchwick guy. Maybe it was him."

Her efforts proved to be in vain as Weiss responded with an arrogant tone. "Doesn't change the fact the White Fang are a bunch of scum. Those faunus only know how to lie, steal, and cheat!"

As if on cue, their attention was grabbed by a lone sailor. "Hey, stop that faunus!"

True to his word, a male faunus with short blond hair, an opened white button shirt, blue jeans, sneakers, and a golden monkey tail, was running from a sea-bound ship, the two detectives from earlier moving to intercept as the sailor angrily called out to him. "You no good stowaway!"

The faunus then jumped onto a lamppost and hung by his tail, peeling a banana as he responded. "Hey! A no good stowaway would've been caught. I'm a great stowaway!"

The two detectives managed to reach his position by then, one of them attempting to apprehend him. But his efforts were met with a banana peel to the face as the faunus somersaulted away from the detectives and then ran past Team RWBY, catching Blake off guard with a wink. Afterwards, Yang turned towards Weiss, gesturing to the faunus as she spoke. "Well, you wanted to see the competition. And there it goes."

"Quick, we have to observe him!"

With that, the huntresses pursued the faunus, Blake soon following.

The streets were empty in this part of Vale, aside from the wolf faunus of Team ASGD.

For Daniel, despite his best efforts, things were just getting worse. Since Forever Fall, his past has been haunting him once more. It started with endless nightmares but has since expanded to flashbacks that have plagued his every waking moment. As if on cue, he suddenly found himself on a metal table. The two hanging lights illuminating row upon row of serrated knives and various other tools on one side of the room, and on the other side, various cybernetic parts ranging from arms to legs and a torso. But what drew his attention was the cruel visage of a female doctor that he knew all too well. She wore a sickeningly sweet smile as she brought a bloodied knife closer and closer to his face, only for him to be brought back to the present and find himself face-to-face with an orange-haired girl around his age looking at him with concern. "Are you alright?"

Not wanting to drag a complete stranger into his problem, he proceeded to lie. "Yes. Nothing to worry about."

The girl was not convinced, as was proven by her response. "And yet, your heart rate has spiked, you're drenched in sweat, and you have a hormonal imbalance that suggests fear and anxiety."

Daniel raised an eyebrow in confusion at that last part. "Interesting way of phrasing it."

Her bright-green eyes widened for a brief moment before she nervously patted down her light-gray skirt as she responded. "I mean, uh, you looked stressed out, so I got concerned."

This caused a smile to grace the faunus' face. "I appreciate it, but this is a personal matter, and I'd rather not get others involved if I can help it."

The girl then gave off her own smile. "Well if you ask me, it's always better to have support in times of need."

"Well, you are certainly an optimist." His gaze then drifted to the bag on her back. "If you don't mind me asking, what's with the bag?"

"Oh, it's for storing my weapons when not in use."

"So you're a Huntress. You here for the tournament?"

She snapped to attention and saluted as she responded. "That's right! I'm combat ready!"

The wolf faunus chuckled at her response as he offered his hand. "Well then, I supposed introductions are in order. The name's Daniel Fenris."

The girl quickly shook his offered hand after a brief moment of confusion. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Penny Polendina."

It was at that moment that Daniel's attention was drawn to a stray piece of cloth that he picked up. Upon seeing the telltale symbol of the White Fang stamped on it, scowl marred his face as he tossed it aside. This caused Penny to frown in concern once more. "I assume you don't like them."

That triggered another flashback as he found himself on that Oum-damned table once more. But the doctor form earlier was conversing with another individual. Two bull horns protruded from his short red hair. He wore black samurai robes that covered his entire person, while his face was covered by the telltale Grimm mask, and across his arm was a band stamped with the White Fang symbol. All of a sudden, he was brought back to reality as he clenched his fists in barely suppressed anger. "I lost five years of my life to those bastards. If only I could strike back at them."

An unknown male voice suddenly joined in. "I may be able to help with that."

With that, a hooded man appeared from a nearby alleyway and lifted his hood to reveal a man of supposedly Mistralian descent, short blond hair and green eyes with a scar across his right eye. For some reason, Penny became unsettled at his presence and excused herself, leaving the two men alone as Daniel broke the silence. "Who are you?"

The man raised his hand in a reassuring manner as he responded. "I am Dimos Valis, and I have a proposition for you."

Curious, Daniel bade him to continue. "I received intelligence that this 'White Fang' of yours will be raiding a massive 'dust' shipment tomorrow night. Now my men are preparing to counter them, but we are in need of local assistance in order to do so. So what do you say?"

Although he was curious as to Dimos' unfamiliarity regarding the Fang and Dust apparently, Daniel wasn't going to complain. A chance at payback was being offered on a silver platter, and there was only one answer to such a proposal. "I'm in."

And that concludes Pt 1 of the Revelations Arc. Pt 2 will get into the action and reveal Cinder's replacement. And the details regarding Daniel's flashbacks.

Also, I apologize for any possible confusion, but I assure you that it'll clear up by the end of the arc.

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I do not own 40K or RWBY.