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Chapter V: Calm Before the Storm
Schnee Dust Company Logging Camp, Kingdom of Vale Outskirts, Sanus
Day Three
Foreman's Office
"So, you're the leader of those soldiers who helped stop the White Fang attack yesterday?" the fat rat-faced man sitting at the desk asked, his voice reedy and already starting to annoy Cap.
"Yes, sir. Commander TK-5981 of the Lost Company," Cap replied as he stood at attention, flanked by two members of the logging camp's various security teams.
"Odd name, for both yourself and your mercenary company. I assume you're here for the work I promised?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. After that fiasco yesterday, we needed to up security, but we haven't the manpower. Most were killed in the animals' attack. Your men would do nicely until we get replacements."
"How much are we getting for this?"
"All of the salaries that would have been doled out to the original men had they not died."
"That's not exactly a straight answer, sir."
"No, I suppose it's not."
Cap waited for the man to come out and say what the job was worth. After a few moments, he realized the man wasn't going to. He sighed inside his helmet (inaudible to everyone but him) before continuing his line of questions.
"Can I ask for a brief list of what you'll be having my men do?"
"Your men will be acting as security against the Grimm as well as keeping the peace among our workers. Some of them may get ideas above their station, after all."
"When do we begin?"
"They'll begin tomorrow. Everyone here is still reeling from what happened. If something does happen, then I'll call you through this number," the man said before he slid a piece of paper over to Cap with the Scroll number written on it.
Cap took the paper as the man stood from his desk with a nod. He waddled over to the Stormtrooper Commander before sticking his hand out. Cap took the hand and shook it firmly before the security team let him out of the office.
The morning sun's light shone on the devastated logging camp. The sign above the gate was shot to pieces, the words garbled to the point of becoming entirely illegible, not that Cap could have read it in its pristine state. The SDC Security Barracks was still smoldering from the fire that had broken out. The few that couldn't escape the fire still lay on the ground where they had died as some of the workers (all Faunus, Cap noted) started dragging their remains over to a hastily created cemetery. He noticed that some graves had the bodies of workers and some members of the White Fang.
The White Fang members might have been placed in graves on accident, but there were more likely sympathizers to their cause within the camp. They would need to be rooted out and dealt with quickly before they could cause trouble. Cap contemplated informing the Foreman, or rather the replacement one as he passed by the grave of the original Foreman, about the White Fang sympathizers but decided against it for two significant reasons.
The first reason was that he simply detested the Foreman. The man had reminded him of a few officers he'd had the displeasure of working under when the Empire was still whole. He was, in all honesty, happy that the Rebels had killed many of them when they destroyed the Second Death Star but regretted the deaths of the many that were capable military leaders.
The second was strictly financial. If Cap could prove that his men were useful, the Foreman would pay them more. More Lien meant many things for the company, among which was a place they could call their own. Cap was grateful for Ozpin's hospitality, but something about the man had made Cap not trust Beacon's headmaster. To Cap, it was as if Ozpin were thinking of ways to use whatever he could at his disposal to the fullest extent, including those around him.
He resumed scanning the camp as he walked. He passed by more and more damaged buildings, their states varying from only sporting a couple of bullet holes to being burned-out husks. There was a surprisingly low amount of SDC bodies compared to the number of White Fang dead Cap walked by. It would be relatively easy to defend the camp. A few men with blasters would work well enough to quell any rebellious workers as well as deal with the Grimm in the surrounding forest.
"Oof!" a meek voice squeaked as something bumped into Cap.
He turned to look at the thin-tailed twelve-year-old, her eyes wide with fear as she looked up into his helmet's faceplate. He raised an eyebrow as she quickly bowed and apologized profusely. He rolled his eyes as he continued towards the exit before he heard her yelp. He turned back and saw her holding her left cheek, the flesh red from the slap given to her by the guard that stood before her.
"How many times have I had to drill this into your head: WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING! If I have to remind you again, you stupid little shit, you'll spend three days in the Tank. Is that clear?" the young man, twenty at most, scolded the young girl.
"I understand the need for discipline, but that seems somewhat harsh. Then again, she was warned about it before. She probably needs a stronger reminder since it keeps happening," Cap thought as he stared at the two.
He shook his head and continued out of the camp and towards the Bullhead. He'd asked Ozpin about borrowing it for the time being. He was surprised when Ozpin let him have it, expecting to have to explain the reasoning behind his request. He went to ask the Beacon headmaster but was stopped when the man explained that the logging camp had called to profess their gratitude. As he approached the airship, Loot hopped out of the passenger bay.
"How'd the meeting go?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest plate.
"Well enough. The camp's new Foreman reminds me of some of our old officers," Cap replied, pointing a thumb back at the camp.
"That mean we can go in, or…?"
"No. He thinks he won't need us right now, but something tells me he will. I bet he'll call within a day, at most."
"One of those types, then? Perfect. The company is gonna love this."
"Yep. Anyway, we've spent enough time out here; let's get back to the academy."
"Yessir," Loot replied as Cap passed him and stepped up into the bay.
The Bullhead lifted off soon afterward, though it would still take hours to reach the academy. Having nothing better to do, the two Stormtroopers took a nap.
Shooting Range, Beacon Academy
Sparks flew from the target as Ruby pulled the bolt back on Crescent Rose. She detached the empty Fire Dust magazine and popped a fresh Ice Dust magazine in, sighting up the next target. The targets were all metallic mock-ups of Grimm, ranging from Beowolves to the rarely encountered Goliaths. The targets also came in various materials, though Ruby was restricted to metal ones after the paper incident.
She didn't think it had even been that bad, to be completely honest. Granted, the fire may have gotten a little out of control, but that was to be expected when someone uses Fire Dust, right? Ms. Goodwitch hadn't agreed and sentenced Ruby to a week of detention, as well a ban from using targets other than metal.
Ruby exhaled slowly as she squeezed the trigger, the muzzle of her weapon never straying too far from the target's center mass. She nearly jumped out of her skin when someone spoke from the range's entrance.
"What's going on in here?" an electronically filtered female voice asked as she walked entirely into the room.
"Really? You couldn't have waited another second or two?" Ruby whined as she lowered Crescent Rose, staring at the Stormtrooper that had just walked in.
"Ah, my bad. I didn't know this place had a shooting range. I know how annoying it is when someone messes up your shot."
"Ah, I'm not really that upset. So, what brings you here?"
"I heard shooting and thought I'd come to investigate."
"Huh. Well, I'm the only one here right now. You can take one of the other open areas if you want to practice?"
"Sure, I need all the practice I can get," the female Stormtrooper replied, heading to the slot next to Ruby.
Ruby watched as the woman pulled out the short black gun from the holster and held it at her hip. She then lifted it up and held it out slightly towards the targets. She tensed her shoulders as she jerked the trigger. The gun, unsurprisingly, jerked from both the jerked trigger and the red bolt that shot out. The bolt marred the wall to the lower left a foot away from the target. The woman grunted as she lifted her gun again and fired. It was several minutes later when the woman stopped firing and yelled in frustration.
"Dammit!"
"Would you… like some help?"
"Shut up. I'm fine."
"Are you sure? I can point some things out that might help?"
"You know what? Sure, kid, tell me what the Hell I'm doing wrong."
"Ok, but you should follow along as I tell you this stuff. First bring your gun in a little closer to yourself. You won't hit anything like how you were holding it."
"But… that's how the handbook tells us to do it…"
"Forget the handbook, as its clearly making you a poor shot. Now do what I said."
"Like this?"
"A little more… perfect! Next, look down the scope."
"I'm not even sure I can do that with this helmet."
"Just try?"
"Alright, I'll… well color me surprised, I didn't think I'd have this much movement with this blasted thing on."
"Good! The rest I have to say is don't tense up and slowly pull the trigger. If you jerk the trigger, you'll jerk the gun."
The woman nodded as she once again took aim at the target. Ruby watched as the female Stormtrooper lined up her shot, feeling confident that her advice would improve the woman's chances of hitting the target. The Stormtrooper's shoulders became more relaxed, though they were still a little tensed. The weapon fired once after the trooper finished pulling the trigger. While the shot didn't hit the target, it was much closer, only a couple of inches or three to the right. The woman fired a second time and the shot got even closer. This second shot was now only off by an inch and to the left. The third and final shot hit home, right in the target's center.
"Ha, thanks kid!"
"Oh, it was nothing."
"No, it wasn't. I've been trying to improve my aim for weeks, and you fix it in about a minute! Say, what's your name? I need to point some of the others your way."
"Shoot I just realized I never introduced myself. I'm Ruby, and you are?" Ruby asked with a smile, holding her hand out.
"Aitan Kilis, or TK-33781 when the vets are around," Aitan replied as she took Ruby's proffered hand.
Schnee Dust Company Logging Camp, Kingdom of Vale Outskirts, Sanus
Workers' "Quarters"
The day had been both long and tiring for one June Lavi. She'd had to bury so many from the White Fang's uncoordinated attack on the camp. Once again, she found herself wondering if she'd made the right choice in coming to work for the SDC. She was thankful that the SDC guards here weren't as sadistic as the ones found in SDC Dust mines, but the ones at the camp still practiced the unofficial policy of the SDC: Faunus discrimination.
Day in and day out it was constant harassment for little to nothing. Sure, they got paid and had safety from the Grimm, but it was so little that it barely even existed. For their workload, an average of twenty-five to thirty trees cut down, they received three Lien a week. Many within the camp, including June, would quit if they could from so little pay. The problem was the fact that the leader of the camp had drafted a contract that required an absurd cancellation charge of six-hundred Lien, not to mention any other expenses that the camp's leaders could tack on if they felt like it. The protection from the Grimm was an entirely different can of worms.
The contract had explicitly stated that all workers would be protected by the camp guards, yet the guards rarely went out with the worker groups. Even when the guards did go out, they were so incompetent that it was almost worse than the working groups going out alone. It was disgusting how little June's employers cared for their workers. It was enough for many to start whispering about rising up and taking over. Even with the botched efforts of the White Fang, the talk of uprising had increased to the point that some were beginning to make plans.
Before June didn't give much credence to that crowd's ideas, but with the current management's response to the White Fang attack the day previously and what she'd been told to do today, she started to privately contemplate a camp led by the Faunus rather than the bigoted SDC. She decided that tomorrow, when she woke up, she'd find the leader of the uprising movement. All it really took to get in with his crowd was to ask to join. There were no ridiculous initiations or proving of loyalty to the cause. They weren't the White Fang, after all.
She didn't know it quite yet, but she wasn't the only Faunus who was having these thoughts.
Schnee Dust Company Logging Camp, Kingdom of Vale Outskirts, Sanus
Foreman's Office
Forrest Lalaurie was finishing his report on the events of the attack. In it, it was only through the combined efforts of the fearless SDC guards, his leadership, and the mysterious mercenaries from Vale that stopped the monstrous White Fang. He also wrote that he tried to stop the mercenaries from looting the animals to no avail. The embellished report finally mentioned the fact that a good percentage of the camp's workers openly worked with the White Fang. They were subdued of course and punished severely for their transgressions against the company.
The report would have been true, had it not been for the obvious facts that A: he and the camp guards were all but slaughtered, B: he and most of the guards had actually hid inside the Office, C: most of the workers hid from the attacking White Fang if they could rather than helping them, D: the only reason the camp was saved was due to the Lost Company, and E: his men did most of the looting of the White Fang bodies while the Lost Company only took the weapons and ammo. The report was so highly embellished that it was barely even a report at all. Of course, no one at the main SDC headquarters would care. His camp was so far away from Atlas that Forrest's superiors were content to read his reports and accept them as is. There was one thing he was actually truthful about in the report, though.
The camp would need more workers. A good chunk managed to get themselves maimed enough or killed that the camp's weekly quota, one hundred seventy-five logs, couldn't be reached. It would be nearly seven to eight weeks before the quota could be met again, so in the meantime he'd need to make the animals work even harder. They'd probably be too stupid to even realize the number of trees they'd need to cut down would be doubled or maybe even tripled.
That was one of the good things about having animals as workers: they worked for cheap. Granted they didn't know that most of their pay was taken by himself and the other SDC members. The animals were supposed to be getting ten Lien a week for the work they did, but in most of the SDC camp personnel's opinions, they hardly needed or deserved it. They didn't risk their necks as much as the SDC guards and certainly weren't as strapped for cash like Forrest was. The animals certainly didn't need the money all the way out here, so why should they need that much Lien?
He made a note in the report that the camp needed more workers and stored it with the outgoing mail. Forrest was tired and wanted to get to bed as soon as he possibly could. He knew tomorrow was going to be even more of a headache than today was, having to make announcements and all other sorts of nonsense.
Day Four
Workers' "Quarters"
"How many?" Gabriel Spartakos, the would-be uprising leader asked the two others in the tent with him.
"I'd say it was about ten or twenty more than usual, and we already had a hundred who were willing to help," Nat Picto, Gabriel's second-in-command and best friend, replied.
"I think we should wait another week or two. The more people we have, the less chance the SDC can stop us," Orchie Decheng tempered the two longtime friends.
"I disagree. This is the best time to take over! There's only a few SDC guards left that aren't severely hurt or dead. Think about it, if we wait a few days, then it's even more likely that more guards will arrive. We also need to use the emotions the White Fang stirred up before everyone goes back to being mindless drones."
"Need I remind you that we don't have any weapons? The guards still have the guns and all we have are tree cutting tools."
"Those can be great weapons if we plan this right. Say we cause a distraction and get rid of some of the guards? We take their weapons and turn them on the rest of the guards until we finally have enough to force the rest of the bastards to surrender. We then kick em out and strip this place of everything useful. Then we can try and head for Vacuo or maybe even Menagerie if we're lucky."
"What the Hell would we use as a distraction? We don't exactly have any explosives in case you didn't notice."
"Well, a fire would do. I'm pretty sure we can manage-"
"Enough you two. You both bring up good points", Spartakos interceded, "We can't attack right now, we're too few in number, but we can't wait as long as you suggest, Orchie. I say we wait three or four more days before we strike. The mail will still be here and more will join us between then. Can we all agree on this plan?"
"I can live with it. How about you, Nat?"
"Sure."
"Then we are all in agreement. Nat, while we wait, I want you to start gathering materials. Orchie, you start finding people who would be willing to do what's necessary. I wish we could do this without bloodshed, but I know that the SDC doesn't take kindly to protestors."
Shooting Range, Beacon Academy
"Try again, TK-21542," Vet ordered calmly as he walked behind the group of training rookies.
"Let's hope I remember enough of what Ruby told me," TK-33781 thought as she raised her rifle towards the metal target.
She calmly breathed out, relaxed her shoulders, looked through the scope, and slowly pulled the trigger. Her reward for her actions was a newly sizzling scorch mark in the target's center mass. She grinned from ear to ear, though stopped when she heard someone stop behind her. Vet walked up behind her and looked at the target. Though she couldn't see it, Vet was impressed.
Vet always thought TK-33781 was the worst of his trainees, never seeming to grasp the stuff he tried to teach her. For example, just weeks prior to the Sluis Van attack, he'd had to explain why there was a brand-new hole in one of the Chimaera's hangar terminals to the Grand Admiral because of the rookie trooper.
He had been leading a group of rookies to the shooting range aboard and TK-33781 actually tripped over a mouse droid. She'd stupidly had her finger on the trigger, causing her E-11 to go off. It managed to ricochet off several walls before impacting in the terminal's screen. As luck would have it, Grand Admiral Thrawn, Captain Pellaeon, and Thrawn's alien bodyguard Rukh had just got back from Weyland, bringing their self-proclaimed "Jedi Master" aboard when the accident happened.
After a tense talk (for Vet and his charges), he'd managed to explain that his rookie wasn't paying attention and got tripped and hadn't taken her finger off the trigger. He also explained that she'd shown massive improvement, as before she'd been completely clueless on weapon discipline. Thrawn, being in a good mood after retrieving the "Jedi Master" most likely, nodded and simply told the veteran Stormtrooper to have a quick talk with his subordinate. Vet now knew that if he hadn't covered for her, she'd have probably ended up like that one bridge tech, Pieterson. He'd been one of the troopers who dragged the tech's body away after his execution.
"Nice shot, TK-33871. Care to tell me who taught you, since it clearly wasn't me?" Vet asked jokingly as he turned to face her.
"A s-student here showed me how, sir. W-we were g-given a small break and I-I thought I should try to get some p-practice in. She was in the room and saw me miss several times. At first, I b-believed she was trying to mock m-me, but I realized that she was actually trying to help. She had a sniper as a weapon, sir, and that's how I realized. She gave me a few tips." TK-33871 nervously replied.
"Oh? And what was this student's name? Also, I'm a Gunnery Sergeant, stop 'sir-ing' me."
"Ruby, Gunnery Sergeant."
"Ruby? As in Ruby Rose?" another voice cut in, that of TK-17843.
"Maybe, I dunno."
"Was she wearing a red and black dress with a skirt?"
"Yeah, she was."
"That's Ruby."
"Your point, TK-17843?" Vet cut back in, glancing at the trooper.
"Well, it makes sense. I've heard some of the students around here talking about her and her weapon, a projectile sniper slash scythe."
"Hm. TK-33781, have you told anyone else about her?"
"A couple of the others, but they didn't believe me."
"I'd say your display just now just proved your case. I'll talk with Cap, see if we can get miss Rose to help the rest of you. We might be able to make proper Stormtroopers out of you lot yet!"
Southern Coastal Forest, Anima
The forest was peaceful, with nary a sound to be heard. The silence of the forest was occasionally broken, however, by the sound of fallen leaves crunching under the light footsteps of the lone man wandering through. Had there been anyone else in the forest, they would assume the owner of the footsteps to be wearing only simple clothes from the sound. If they had seen the stranger, they would instantly know that their assumption was wrong.
The lone man wore black robe-like garments with heavy iron armor spaced in small sections across himself. There was a chest piece, gauntlets, shoulder pieces, and finally thigh and ankle pieces. On his face he wore a mask that resembled an angry demon with its teeth bared. The teeth of the mask were a light grey, making them highly visible on the dark black mask. He wore a black armored headband as well to hide a particularly nasty scar.
The stranger had many scars underneath his clothing, most from his childhood. The childhood scars were made by a cruel Faunus whose name the stranger had never learned. All he truly knew about the Faunus was that it was reptilian and had a tattoo on its left and right forearms. He didn't really see the tattoo but believed that it was a set of numbers. The Faunus was the leader of a small bandit group that had pillaged the stranger's village when the stranger was but a boy.
The other scars he earned throughout his career as a Huntsman. His chokutō knew the blood of Faunus, Grimm (or what amounts to blood for those monsters, anyway), and Humans from his nearly fourteen-year run. He'd spent most of his life in Anima, protecting villages from bandits and Grimm alike. He even tangled with small cells of White Fang whenever they made nuisances of themselves. Now, though, it was time to move on. There was simply no real challenge here anymore. He didn't dare attempt to take on the Branwen tribe again, not after what happened the last time he tried.
There were simply too many, though only a few were skilled enough to truly equal him. He'd nearly managed to get away from the group when their leader joined in. It was only through his Semblance that he managed to escape, teleporting multiple times before he got far enough away that he was sure he wouldn't be hunted. He hated running, but it was better to live and continue being a Huntsman rather than being some grim trophy for the Branwen ilk.
He'd booked a ship to travel to Sanus, from which he would wander until he grew bored with that and moved on once again. He had no real way to get to the ship, so he had been walking for the better part of a month to reach it. He was thankful that the ship wasn't even at the port yet, seeing as how his last job was near the outer edge of Mistral.
He'd gone into Mistral after the job to get his gear repaired and saw an advertisement for travel to Sanus. He figured "Why not?" and paid for a ticket at the travel office. Once he was done there, he bought supplies to sustain him on his journey before setting off.
Someone screamed close by, causing the stranger to stop. Focusing his senses, his self-taught skill of enhanced perception kicked in and his eyes started moving frantically over his surroundings. His dark red-colored aura enhanced the skill even further. They finally stopped on a low slope, where a family of three was being circled by a pack of Beowolves. The stranger narrowed his eyes and unsheathed his chokutō before moving towards the family. He watched the family as he charged towards them.
An older man of slight build, most likely the father, was waving a pitchfork at the Grimm. His clothes were simple and ratty, much like the rest of his family. The mother and the pair's child were atop a horse drawn cart, the mother shielding the child from the Grimm.
"Back, back you monsters!" the father cried as he jabbed at one getting too close to the cart.
The Beowolf snarled and leapt back, avoiding the strike. As the father focused on it, another leaped at him and slashed at his back. The father went down with a grunt nearly falling flat. He kept himself from falling completely with his pitchfork.
"Noya, be careful!" the woman cried, fear marring her face.
A Beowolf, emboldened by the downed would-be protector, leapt at the cart. The child, a girl, screamed as the monster came at the pair.
"Azuma, Seta, no!" the father screamed as he tried to stop the monster.
The Beowolf never made it as the stranger appeared and swiftly bisected the creature. The two halves sailed over the cart and its horse, disintegrating in mid-air. The other Beowolves turned to the newcomer and growled. The stranger held his chokutō in one hand above his head, ready to strike down at any incoming Grimm. Two members of the pack rushed toward him only to miss their prey when the stranger jumped into the air.
He drew a pair of kunai and hurled them into the heads of both Grimm before landing. The Beowolf pack, realizing caution was necessary, started circling the stranger. His enhanced perception kicked in again, and he stopped a Beowolf on his left with a stab through its rib cage. He then dodged a swipe from one that had come at him from behind before slashing its eye out.
After another minute of careful defensive strikes, the stranger went on the offensive. He charged forward and rammed his chokutō into the side of one of the Beowolves. The Grimm howled in pain before trying to snap at him. The stranger dodged back and pulled his sword along with him. The Beowolf started to disintegrate as the others abandoned their strategy of caution and rushed at the stranger.
The stranger threw three more kunai into the faces of the charging pack before they were upon him. He blocked strike after strike, quickly countering where he could. The attackers were whittled down to only four in moments. The stranger jumped away from both the group and the cart and causing the four to run after him. Seeing the distraction, the woman and child hopped down to help the father.
The Grimm became the stranger's primary concern at this point. He rolled out of the way of one Beowolf and waited for the second to try and bite. When it opened its mouth, his sword arm shot forth and pierced the monster's mouth and skull, killing it instantly. The final two Grimm then did a final charge toward him.
The two were dispatched easily, the one behind him getting its eye and brain punctured by his chokutō while the other got a kunai slash across the throat. He calmly put the weapons away, though not before shaking the black smoky blood off his chokutō. He walked toward the family, appraising them before the father spoke.
"Thank you, you saved our lives," the father, a dog Faunus, said gratefully as he winced, the slash across his back still painful.
"Take this. It will help with your wound," the man said, holding out a bottle of antiseptic.
"Bless you, sir. If I may ask, what is your name, sir Huntsman?" the mother asked as she took the bottle.
"I am Hattori Hanzō, miss. I believe I heard your names were Noya, Azuma, and Seta?"
"Yes. I'm Noya, my wife's Seta and this is our daughter, Azuma," the father, Noya, replied.
"Where are you heading?"
"The port. We're going to make a new life in Vacuo, maybe even Vale."
"I see! Would you mind if I accompanied you?"
"We'd be happy to have you, Mr. Hattori," Seta said earnestly, Noya nodding with his wife's words.
"Very well. We should start moving, I fear more Grimm will be coming this way."
"Right, of course. Climb aboard, Mr. Hattori," Noya answered as he hopped back in the driver's seat.
Hanzō nodded and climbed onto the cart, keeping an eye out on the forest. As the cart started forward, he placed a hand on the top of the chokutō's grip, ready to release it from its scabbard. After several minutes, he let the grip go and leaned back in his seat.
"This will make getting to the port that much easier," Hattori thought as the gentle rocking of the cart started to put him to sleep.
He was fully asleep a moment later, as were the rest of the backseat occupants.
Author's Note:
Sorry it took so long to get this out. I had so many assignments that I just couldn't find the time to write. That being said, my three-chapter limit on this story has been reached and I will start back on writing chapters for my other story on May 10th. I need to take a short break from writing to recharge.
The idea for the SDC labor camp came from the author Coeur Al'Aran, a much better writer than me with several awesome fics. Also, shoutout to that one guest reviewer who gave me the idea for the shooting range bits!
Trouble is brewing at the labor camp, and Lost Company has finally gotten a normal enough schedule in place while at the academy. Finally, what happens when old memories come to the forefront as tensions boil over at the camp?
Inspirations for names of RWBY characters (besides Hattori, as he's not mine, he's ComparedDread12's)
1. June Lavi (June Bud (Flower) and Lavender (Color))
2. Forrest Lalaurie (Forrest Green (Color) and the last name comes from an infamous New Orleans slave owner, Delphine LaLaurie)
3. Gabriel Spartakos (Gabriel Prosser (1800 Richmond Slave Revolt) and Spartacus (Third Servile War) (Spartakos is the Greek version of Spartacus's name))
4. Nat Picto (Nat Turner (1811 Slave Revolt) and Picton Blue (Color))
5. Orchie Decheng (Orchid (Color) and Zhang Decheng (Boxer Rebellion (1900-1901)))
For those who can't come up with what Hattori's outfit looks like, think of Ghost of Tsushima's Ghost Armor.
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