The moon was a perplexing mystery to most people on Remnant. Nobody knows how it was broken nor why it sometimes came so close to the world. Only two people know the truth about how the moon became broken. One of them lives in exile- away from the rest of society and blinded by rage and grief. The second? The second lives a simple life, working away in a simple Dust shop, or helping out several old men with various projects around the city.

The second's name was- "Silver!" Kira exclaimed, "Why?!"

Silver shrugged, "Why not? It'll be fun."

"About as fun as jumping off Beacon Tower! Which is to say, NONE AT ALL."

Silver waved a dismissive hand, "Yeah, yeah. You and I both know I can survive it."

Kira's eye twitched, "Yes, with 'liberal' use of your 'Semblance'."

Silver hummed in agreement.

"Anyway, why, exactly, are we doing this? And don't tell me 'it'll be fun'."

"Well, it might change the timeline a bit- but knowing certain things, well, the timeline's already messed up. So, I thought that maybe we could just, you know, mess the timeline up a bit more?"

Kira planted a hand on her head, "You, Silver, are an idiot."

"Eh, I've heard that one before. Besides, it's not like they'll know who I am. What they'll see is 'Raidriar, The God King', not some lowly Dust Shop worker."

Kira gave him a flat look, ". . .Really?"

"Yeah, seriously, I got the armor and everything."

Kira sighed, "What about me? If they recognize me, then what?"

"They won't."

"What do you mean 'They won't'?"

"They just won't. All they'll see is an empty area where you're supposed to be."

"And that's supposed to reassure me, how?"

"Well, you'd be invisible. They can't see you when you're invisible. Of course, it's only invisibility, I can't mask your scent or make you incorporeal, so you'd have to be careful and stay downwind."

Kira gave Silver a flat look. She opened her mouth, but Silver interrupted her by saying, "We're here."

Looking away from Silver, Kira turned to their destination. "The docks?"

"Yup!"

The docks, a place where every ship let off their load. It was filled with assortments of different colored crates, all with the Schnee Dust Company logo imprinted onto the sides. Cranes towered over the stacks of crates, not functioning. Warehouses dotted the area around the docks for storage of goods.

"I heard that there was a shipment of Dust coming in today and, well, what does the WF need? Dust."

"And where did you hear that?" Kira asked.

Silver winked, "That's for me to know and you to find out."

Kira sighed, "You're impossible."

"I know, but that's why you stick around me." Silver lifted his right hand and the Orbs started floating above it. Silver look up and winked at Kira, "Wish me luck."

The Orb of Darkness grew and enveloped Silver, encasing him in a veil of darkness. A stringent of it shot off towards Kira and she vanished from sight. Stepping out of the veil of dark, a figure clothed in off-white, near yellow, armor emerged hold a sword in its right gauntleted hand. On its off-hand it held a shield. Made up of two wiry circles, it held up several fabrications of wires and metal, it looked quite ornate.

"Ahh," it spoke, its voice broken and distorted, "This armor actually feels quite nice. I could get used to this."

"Silverrrr," A voice whined from nearby.

"Ah, ah, ah, it's Raidriar now, gotta keep up appearances!" Raidriar, or otherwise known as Silver, replied to the invisible Kira.

A sigh came from the area the voice came from. "I'm going to go look up on the rooftops."

"Okay, have fun." Raidriar waved her off with the sword. Turning back to the docks, he started walking towards the center of the crates. Raidriar slammed his sword into the ground and rested his hands on it, waiting.

Minutes pass as he stood there silently. The shattered moon rose higher in the sky. Behind him, he heard some scuffling and silent voices, too quiet for the words to be made out. Soon, the roar of a Bullhead's engines were heard.

Pulling out his blade, Raidriar jumped back several feet and into a fighting stance. The Bullhead landed and the doors opened, letting out a ramp with several White Fang goons. They ran out and trained their guns at him. "Ready the tow cables," one of them says, keeping their eyes on Raidriar.

Raidriar lowers his stance and watches silently. "Hey, what's the hold up!" a voice called from the Bullhead.

"Roman Torchwick," Raidriar spoke, ignoring the voices behind him.

Roman looked at Raidriar, "Yes, that's me. Now, who are you?"

Raidriar spun his blade and pointed it at Roman, "I am Raidriar, The God King. Cease this operation at once, or I will have to take. . . drastic measures."

"'the god king'? What kind of name is that? 'god king'," Roman chuckled, "Well, no can do, 'God King', for this operation is, well, it's bigger than you think."

The wind picks up around them, but Raidriar pays it no mind, "Very well, then. You have forced my hand."

Running forward, Raidriar jumped above Roman and struck down with his sword. Blocking the attack easily, Roman laughed, "Are you so sure that you have this in the bag that you just attack so obviously?"

Raidriar smirked under his helmet, "No, but it provides an ample distraction." He kicked off of Roman's chest and landed in a crouch on the ground. Spinning his arm, it lit on fire and he thrusted it out towards Roman, sending off a fireball.

Roman dodged it easily, and shot off some bullets from his cane towards Raidriar. Flipping out of his crouch, Raidriar dodged the explosions. Around him, several Bullheads land and let out more White Fang goons, they all quickly surrounded Raidriar.

He hummed. Sheathing his sword and slinging his shield across his back he waited. Roman pushed his way through the crowd, "Well, aren't you a smart 'God King'." Roman opened his mouth to say something else, but was cut off by a yell.

"Hey!" Ruby Rose shouted, her scythe extended.

"Ruby, are these your friends?" A head of orange hair popped out from behind her.

"Penny, get back!"

Roman took advantage of her distraction and shot off a bullet-flare at her. "AAAAHHH!"

Suddenly, an object collided with Roman's back. "First rule of fights: NEVER take your eyes off the enemy!" Raidriar yelled, grinning madly under his helmet.

Roman stumbled forward, "What? The goons had eyes on you!" he exclaimed.

"What goons?" Raidriar asked, motioning to where Blake Belladonna and Sun Wukong were taking care of them.

It was chaos around the docks now, White Fang goons fighting the 'heroes' and Roman and Raidriar talking while fighting. Soon, another two Bullheads arrived, but were quickly taken care of as Penny started rotating her blades and shot laser beams at them, bisecting them and letting the goons fall out. She grabbed another with her blades and started pulling it back down, and into crates of Dust, causing an explosion.

In the ensuing chaos, Raidriar landed a kick on Roman's chest, sending him flying back. "Flee, Roman Torchwick, and may our paths never cross again."

Taking the chance given to him, Roman ran off into the remaining Bullhead, which quickly flew off.

The smoke around Raidriar cleared and the heroes stared at him, the White Fang goons taken care of. Sheathing his sword and his shield, Raidriar looked behind him to the heroes, "Farewell, Ruby Rose. Penny Polendina. Blake Belladonna. Sun Wukong. I am Raidriar, The God King. Remember that." And tapping a few hidden buttons on his gauntlet, he disappeared in a wreath of fire.

Ruby was the first one to speak up, "So, that was weird."

The moon shone through the windows of Beacon Tower- a man held a Scroll, tablet form. On it, it showed a looping feed of the docks. The camera was focused on a man in an off-white, near yellow, armor. The helmet held up a crown of spikes rose around it, the frontal three provided two creases that folded down into a line that ran down the front.

The man, Ozpin, sipped from a mug of hot chocolate laced with coffee, "Who are you," he spoke with the man on the screen, "Raidriar, The God King?"

A message alert popped up on the screen. Frowning and clicking on it, his frown deepened. The message displayed only these words: 'QUEEN HAS PAWNS'

"Hmm. There has come a King, while the Queen has made the first move," Ozpin, the immortal wizard muttered.

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