A/N: Okay, first off, I've decided what the update time is going to be for this story. To get it started, I'm going to post one chapter for each day the rest of this week, then do it once a week, no certain days, but it'll probably be on weekends.
Next up, time to address a couple reviews.
SonicPrimus7986: While that could work, I'll keep my eyes out for something better, although it is a good idea.
RandomManGaming: Okay first off, "D-Team?" That sounds as bad as the Golden Gargoyle to me. Besides, it's going to be the public's name for him for a while, not like he has a choice.
And, to all the people that have given me praise, it warmed my heart.
Next, I will be accepting OCs. Just PM me a name, their purpose (Hunter, White Fang, etc.) Description, semblance, weapons, all that good jazz, thanks. I'll post a message that I'm not taking them anymore when I have enough.
Rights go to Rooster Teeth.
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City of Vale, Rouge's Vibe
"…so then, of course, I find out about this other woman, and he just kicks me out of the house. The one we've lived in for the past two years!" A woman finally finished, voice raised to make herself heard over the music, downing a dose of alcohol. It was an hour into his shift, and his millionth story of a sucky life.
York winced, drawing in a hissed breath. "Man that stinks." He half-yelled.
"Right?" The woman questioned, "Hey, What's your name?"
"Cole, Cole Grey."
"My name's Kira Bliu." She told him. She looked at her scroll. "Oh, my friends are here, I'd better go."
York smiled. "Travel safe, hope things work out."
As the woman walked away, Junior stepped over. "You're like a natural at this stuff, man. You ever worked a bar before?"
"Nope. First time being on the other end, but I've seen them in action." York told him, then heard a man at the end of the bar call for a beer. He stepped away from Junior to go serve it, then saw a man step up to the bar and show Junior a picture, sliding lien cards across the bar.
The two men exchanged words, then the man left, taking his money with him.
York slid over to the barman and asked, "What was that about?"
Junior glanced at York from the corner of his eye. "Listen Grey, you seem like a good guy, one that doesn't have a clean rep, might not be changed. I run so underground stuff down here. People looking for people, or trying to smuggle something in? I'm your man, for the right price." He jerked his head in the direction on the retreating man. "He was looking for someone, but I didn't recognize him."
"Oh." York said simply. "So, I'm assuming your underground deals in some illegal stuff to, huh?"
Junior studied the new barman. "What's it to you, Cole?"
"Just wondering. In case I need something through… unconventional means." York told him with a knowing look.
"You need anything, come to me first. If I can't help you, I'll tell you who can." Junior agreed.
"Hey, Bartender, another vodka over here!"
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Two and a half hours of loud music, sad stories, and lots of alcohol later, York exited the club with a full club ID to get him in at any time and his first paycheck. York yawned as he headed to his home, then went to his 'second job'.
Donning his armor, York prepped himself for the night ahead as Delta ran diagnostics on his suit and its new enhancements. "Healing unit is fully functional but currently offline. Active camouflage is prepping, but seems fine. Shields are at 100%, as is the battery. Regular 'disguise systems' are online.
Since everything on this world was powered by dust, this world's form of electricity, York had to modify, with Delta's instruction, his suit's power source so it could be charged. Active camo and the disguise system, which could change his armor's color and, by holographic projection, give him a full disguise for a quick civilian look.
Loading his weapons onto the magnet plates, he left behind his SMG to hold onto the grenade launcher/riffle and knife/hook, as well as the swords compacted into a 'phone' on his thigh. The knife was at his back, his BR on his back, and the Rifle/launcher, which collapsed into a 5X18 inch shape on his other thigh.
"Alright Delta," York started as he pulled his helmet onto his head and locked it. "Let's get started."
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At a small Dust warehouse, White Fang members were hauling out crates of dust while five guarded the security forces hired to protect them. Overlooking it all was a man in a white suit with a black bowler hat, a cane propped against the ground. "Let's pick it up boys, before authorities arrive." He called.
"I can't believe you were stupid enough to press that alarm." He continued at a softer volume, glancing at a dead body next to a console.
Suddenly, a burst of Gunfire sounded, and a Fang member fell to the ground, a bruise at his temple showing where a bullet had been slowed by his aura, but hadn't stopped it.
"Take cover." A man yelled as the Fang grunts scattered. More gunfire rang out, a few more goons falling, one dead, then all was silent.
"Where is he?" Roman demanded.
A white fang member spoke up, "We don't know sir, there's no one where the firing was coming from. He must have moved."
With a loud cry, another Faunus fell, a collision at the back of her head knocking her out. A mirage moved away, the occasional glance of gold seen before it disappeared.
"It's teleporting!"
"No, it's invisible, you idiot!"
Roman snarled. "I don't care what it is, fire!"
"But we don't know where it is!" A thug pointed out, then another Fang member fell unconscious.
"There, fire!" Roman ordered as it appeared again, a figure in full gold armor. Gunshots rang out, and the figure began firing, taking out more and more of Roman's cronies. But now that is was firing, it was in full view. Any bullet that struck it seemed to hit a shield that lit up before disappearing.
The armored figure changed color, into a red armor with black trim as it reloaded, then rolled behind the cover of some stacked steel beams. There was silence once more, and when a wolf Faunus looked behind he exclaimed, "It's gone!"
"It's tuned invisible again. "Next time it shows up, don't let it disappear again, and attack with some melee weapons or something."
The White Fang spread out while Roman scanned the area. Then, he saw a ripple, almost like a mirage, moving towards another of Roman's lackeys.
"He's there!" The carrot-topped criminal yelled, and once again, as the figure fired, it appeared again. Three grunts approached with either fists or some sort of weapon, but the figure simply slid the rifle onto its back, then pulled what looked like a strange phone from its thigh. This phone extended into a two-bladed sword connected at the hilt. This figure wielded it against the grunts, blocking one man's sword and kicking him in the stomach, then plunging the other side into one Faunus' side. Then, the two blades bent into a giant disc, which the attacker sent into one man's chest, then pulled it out before sending it whirling like a Frisbee.
"Alright boys, I think it's time to go, lose the guy and meet back at the usual place. Move!" Torchwick ordered, and he clambered into other driver's seat of a box truck and drove off, away from the armor that was still dispatching of the remaining thugs.
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"Objective complete. All White Fang members have either been incapacitated or retreated." Delta told York as he slid the double-sword into its place on his thigh, "I would suggest we leave now, the VPD is closing in on our position."
Indeed, York could hear sirens in the distance, so he initiated active camo and disappeared from sight. "I think this was a good night."
