Saviors of Remnant: Book 1 Beginnings
Made possible by the joint efforts of Keeper Of The One Winged Angel
and TheBoredBoot
AN: Hey Keeper of the One Winged Angel here reminding everyone, the RWBY characters in this fanfic belong Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum. The OC Morven Kenrich belongs to TheBoredBoot and Fenrir Argyros belongs to myself Keeper of the One Winged Angel. Besides the two OC's to this mostly canon story, there are also a couple changes to a few of the other main characters which could include, slight changes in personality and backstory. So before jumping the gun and saying that's not how a person would act you should wait and see the bigger picture.
Chapter 1
"Winter... what part of I can do this delivery by myself do you not understand?" Morven sighed, trying to ignore how closely the white haired woman was following him, the distance between the two was miniscule at best and clouded his thoughts as they walked briskly through the forest.
"It could be the part where we are partners, or given the state the kingdoms are in since the fall of Beacon," Winter shot back before sighing. "It boils down to this I'm not going to let you out of my sight as long as we're together, after all I have to protect my partner."
Rolling his eyes behind his aviators, Morven sped up to get some personal space, thinking to himself. "In all the years we've known each other Winter, when have I not been there protecting you?" Hiding the smile on his face the two of them continued on, occasionally pausing to check their scrolls for directions as they walked in an awkward silence, observing the forest around them.
After several minutes of walking, Winter quickened her pace till she caught up again trying to get his attention. "Morven," Winter's voice had a nervous tone to it as she looked at him asking, "do you think everything will work out and Remnant will be saved?"
"Of course Winter," Morven replied casually glancing at her giving her a confident nod, "after all its our job as Huntsman, Huntress, and as Specialists to protect man and Faunus."
"I'm serious Kay," Winter said, calling Morven by his old nickname, "I mean... Beacon fell, and rumor has it Ozpin is dead, if you aren't thinking that things are looking grimm for us, you're not taking this seriously enough."
"Looking Grimm for us, huh?" A smirk played across Morven face as it dawned on Winter, when she realized the unintentional pun she uttered Winter promptly shut up, her face turning red with embarrassment.
Walking a little further Morven sighed and then answered in a more serious tone, "I don't know, to be honest with you Winter, the situation is bad and with the other kingdoms pointing fingers at Atlas, it could only be a matter of time till full on war breaks out. If I was a gambling man, I would be willing to bet that that's exactly what the enemy is hoping for."
Going around one last bend the two had finally arrived at their destination and paused to admire it. The large two story house stood in the center of a large clearing, surrounded by flowers that gave off a soothing sense neither of them had felt for a good while, the homely atmosphere seemed to benefit from the location as they could see all manner of birds and other forest animals. Moving closer they could hear from the inside friendly talk and laughter sounding as they approached the house, the overall vibe reminding them that this is the reason they fight, to preserve this feeling from the darkness that the grimm would bring.
"This seems like a rather peaceful place, so secluded and away from the troubles of the rest of the world." Morven heard Winter whisper, "a almost genuine safe haven to raise a family."
"Yeah I know exactly what you mean Winter…"
"I wish I could honestly see us living like this one day," Morven thought watching her from behind his aviators, Winter's grace and beauty once again took his breath away, causing him stop to and stare after her.
It had only been seven years since the two of them had first been placed together at the academy. But it was even before then, back when they were children is when Morven noticed it. The strength and loveliness emanating from her at such a young age created a desire to be with her, but it was something he feared could never be. He was a specialist of the highest caliber, and his duty was to the people, not to find his own happiness.
Hearing him pause Winter stopped and turned around to face him, a slight blush appearing on her face as she realized he was once again staring at her, something that she would catch him doing every now and then since they had became partners, no since before then, when they were much younger and had already spent so much time together.
"Why does he always stare at me during the strangest times," Winter thought averting her eyes from his. "I know he's so calculating at times, and I guess it's better than how most other men look at me, but still... I just wish I knew what is going through his mind when he looks at me." Clearing her throat Winter pointed to the house, getting her partner's attention again.
"Oh look we're here already. Come along Winter Mr. Xiao-Long is probably wondering where we are right now, and it would be rude for us to keep him waiting," Morven said switching his focus back to the mission at hand.
"Hmph! Classic Morven, not even bothering to tell me what that was about." Winter thought to herself, smiling inwardly and giving him a nod as the two approached the door. They were getting ready to knock when the door opened suddenly.
Standing in the doorway was a young blonde haired girl of at least seventeen or eighteen years. She wore a gray jacket over an orange tank top that exposed her midriff, complete with gray cargo pants that had a burning heart emblem on the left leg and white sneakers.
She stared at them, with a look of surprise across her face at the sight of the duo at her front door. Her lilac eyes shifted from the man she had never met before to the woman who she identified as Weiss's older sister. Looking over her shoulder, she shouted, "Hey dad! Those Atlas Huntsman are here!" "Alright! Be right there Yang!"came a cheerful voice calling from the back as footsteps sounded..
Moving beside his daughter, Taiyang was a tall sunshine-blonde man with a cheerful demeanor about him. Casually dressed in matching khaki pants and button up shirt with a dark vest, he seemed to look just as one would picture an ordinary father.
Yet glancing over the hunter, Morven could clearly see the strength in the man. He knew that this was one of Vale's most experienced hunters. If they were lucky, he hoped to convince him or at least his daughter to join them.
"So you two are the ones Ironwood sent for this delivery? It seems kinda like a waste of resources sending the two of you," Tai said with a questioning undertone.
"Actually, the General was planning on just sending a regular courier, but Morven here volunteered…"
"Well since we were heading to Vale anyway on orders to investigate a report of white fang activity, and this was kind of on the way," Morven interrupted, gesturing behind him. "My ulterior motive I guess you could say, is I wanted to see if I could convince you to help us Mr. Xiao Long."
Taiyang cocked his head to the side and looked over the man before him again, this time observing the somewhat large sword strapped to his hip, partially hidden by what he could only assume was the standard issue trench coat that Specialists seemed to wear, and the incredibly calculating gaze he could feel coming from behind his shades. "Hmm I see what your doing now, very clever," he thought letting a smile play his lips as he shrugged nonchalantly, "sorry guys, but I'm retired plus an older injury keeps me from fighting as well as I used to."
Taiyang rubbed his right shoulder absentmindedly before looking from the Specialists then back to daughter, nodding to himself almost. "Plus I have to be here for Yang incase she has another meltdown like in the kitchen earlier," the memory of seeing his daughter panic just from the breaking glass, sending her into a cold sweat still fresh in his mind.
"Ahh I see," Morven nodded understandingly realizing his mistake and changing the subject. "Well anyway here is the arm that the General instructed be brought to you, its state of the art and should fit like a dream." With a flourish he pulled a box out from under his trench coat and presented it to Yang on one knee, "for you my fair lady," he said with a smile waiting for Yang to the take box.
"Who me?" Yang stammered blushing in surprise at his sudden actions.
"Yes, you see General Ironwood watched your fight during the tournament with great interest, and was impressed with your strength and skill," Winter explained, a touch of annoyance in her voice at her partner's choice of words. "Upon hearing the tragedy that happened during the battle of Beacon he had science division start crafting this right away for you."
Taking the box from Morven Yang opened it and found within a sleek metal prosthetic, complete with a smooth socket she knew just by looking it would fit her perfectly.
"We can't afford skilled huntresses like yourself to be taken out of the fight -Long, so I'd like to extend the invitation I just gave your father to you," Morven said, his brown and gold flecked eyes locking onto her lilac ones.
"Actually it's just Yang," Yang said absentmindedly looking from the still kneeling specialist back to her father, clearing her throat before turning to Winter, the most familiar out of the two before she replied, "look I really appreciate the two of you coming out here to bring me this, but I just need a little more time to decide is that alright?" She asked directing the question to Morven.
Getting back to his feet Morven looked down at Yang and gave her a understanding nod. "That's fine Ms. Xiao-Long I completely understand your hesitation, we plan to return to Atlas in three days time so if you do decide to come along just find us, we will be located in the town of Mirfield a couple hours ride inland from the coast, Winter's ship is massive so you won't miss it if you arrive in town."
Keeping his eyes locked on her, Morven took a step closer and added in a low voice, "keep this in mind though Ms. Xiao-Long, if you do come with us there will possibly be a great deal of danger, but I am confident your skills will be a great asset to us all."
Stepping back Morven gave Taiyang a respectful nod before bidding their goodbyes and returning to the road again with Winter.
Standing in front of their home Yang and her father watched as the two Specialists left in silence till they were out of sight before going back inside, their guest still sitting in the kitchen waiting patiently for their return with puzzled looks on their faces.
"Sorry for the interruption gentlemen, I was actually expecting them to take a little longer to get here." Taiyang apologized walking back into the kitchen with Yang, still holding the box she had received, a pondering expression on her face as she absentmindedly followed her father.
"Ahh so I see it finally arrived," Professor Port said noticing the box in Yang's arms. "Well c'mon we are all waiting to see you try it on."
"Yes yes," chipped in Professor Oobleck excitedly putting down his thermos. "This is a most awaited moment, Ms. Xiao-Long please, put it on."
The room fell silent as everyone gathered looked expectantly at Yang waiting.
Shifting nervously from foot to foot Yang met her father's eyes and pleaded silently for help which he quickly realized.
"Hey why don't we give Yang a bit to process all of this, after all she has a lot to consider after all." Tai said giving his daughter a reassuring smile and nodded her in the direction of the stairs.
"Very well very well, I do hope you do decide to put that gift to good use though Ms. Xiao-Long. After all there are people who are counting on you to come back to the fight."
Giving her two teachers a grateful smile and a nod to her dad Yang turned and walked up the stairs and realizing that her legs were just barely shaking took off the rest of the way to her room.
Watching his daughter leave Taiyang sighed and sat back at the table with his two guest and sighed deeply reaching for his own cup of coffee he felt a gentle hand rest on his shoulder.
"She'll be ok Tai, from what I saw while being in the field with her she is a very capable young women," Oobleck reassured patting Tai on the back.
"Thanks Oobleck, I just hope your right and she makes the right decision." Taiyang said quietly to himself looking up the stairs after her.
Up in her room Yang sat curled up in her bed looking at the arm the two Specialist brought and sighed rolling onto her side thinking to herself, "now what am I going to do?"
Meanwhile near the outskirts of Beacon
Two wolf Faunus stood on the uppermost branch of a great oak, looking down upon their most recent quarry, one was an angry looking Faunus of around twenty-three with long spiky silver hair that reached down to his lower back with his bangs that framed both sides of his face partially covering the long healed x shaped scar across his right cheek. The other was an almost exact copy of his older brother, although only eighteen and lacking the scar natural hate in his red eyes that his brother had.
"Alright little brother, are you ready?" Caius asked in a almost hungry voice, eyeing the caravan below them.
"Yeah I guess," came the hesitant voice beside Caius Argyros as his younger brother surveyed the caravan, his long spiky flowed through the wind causing his hair to fall across with his red eyes.
Below was a small group of about five visible survivors walking with a cart through the forest, four of which armed with what appeared to be simple dust rifles and none of them had not the slightest idea was about to transpire.
"What's the matter having second thoughts Fenrir? I wasn't aware you had became so soft," Caius said with a hint of distaste in his voice, his hands resting on the hilt of his Odachi. "Adam personally tasked me for making sure the caravans of survivors did not escape and I chose you to assist me since you are my flesh and blood, so let me ask you again Fenrir are you ready?"
Taking a deep breath Fenrir stood up and bounced experimentally on the branch before nodding to his older brother, reaching up he donned his mask and grabbed one of his own katanas and awaited for his brother to give the signal.
There was a moment of silence as the brothers stood and stared down at their quarry, the thrill of the hunt building up in their veins before Caius gave the order.
"Now!"
From above the caravan there was a shout and two masked figures dropped from the trees, landing near the front and with blades drawn the two attackers immediately killed the two escorts near the front before turning around and facing the others.
"Dammit it's the White Fang," one of the escorts cried out spotting the emblem on Caius's coat shouting out into the forest, "Carter come back!" Another of the armed escorts fired a shot at the masked Faunus wielding the large Odachi in hopes of buying them time.
"There's no one to help you cowards," the masked killer growled ducking into a roll to dodge before slashing through the man's rifle and arm in a flash, his rifle cleanly bisected hitting the ground seconds before the arm.
Fenrir heard the defenders blood curdling scream behind him as the arm hit the ground, his own opponent still trying to line up the shot when he sidestepped and embedded his blade in the man chest with a lighting fast thrust, turning away quickly as he fell so to not see the fear in his eyes, moving on Fenrir's sharp ears picked up the sound of a child crying and following the sound he found it to be coming from within the cart.
Stepping over the bloody corpse of his foe he approached the cart when suddenly a sharp crack echoed through the air, the tree they were originally hiding in came crashing down behind them and a powerful aura was felt coming from it's base.
"You bastards!" a large huntsman cried leaping over the tree, the large broad axe he wielded glinted sharply in the moonlight as he charged at Fenrir roaring in rage.
"Shit we didn't know there was going to be a huntsman's here," Fenrir thought in a panic dodging the downward swing rolling and unsheathing his other blade, the impact from the axe hitting the ground sending him tumbling back man as the huntsman screamed for his fallen comrades continuing his attack.
Seeing the arrival of the huntsman Caius smiled evilly under his mask and grabbed the injured guard by the throat, lifting him up so they were face to face Caius shook him awake before laughing in his face maliciously. "Hey there buddy go ahead and cry for help again, I don't think your savior heard you," he laughed placing the tip of his sword against the man's stomach giving a twisted grin, before running him through drawing another scream of pain from him.
"Carter help me!"
Hearing his friends cry of pain the huntsman known as Carter turned and charged the Faunus holding his friend, in a blind rage extending the handle turning his weapon to form a greataxe he had completely forgot the other Faunus, and was now focused on the older of the two brothers.
"Fen take care of the rest of them leave no survivors, I'll take care of this one," Caius said with a murderous glint in his eyes, kicking the hunter's friend off his blade he moved assuming a battle stance facing the man waiting for an opening.
Breathing hard Fenrir nodded to his brother in thanks and went back to investigating the cart, slicing one of the runners across the chest as he tried to dash away, splattering the side of the cart with his blood before moving in and grabbing the door, taking a deep breath Fenrir wrenched the cart open and one of his gunblade at the ready to shoot when he froze.
Inside the cart was a woman easily nearing the end of her pregnancy with two other small boys both no older then four or five, all of them whimpering softly as they looked at him with fear in their eyes.
"Dammit," Fenrir thought eyes widening behind his mask, the sight of this mother with her two sons sending a shiver down his spine forcing him to check behind him on his brother, still locked in combat with the grief stricken hunter
"Please don't hurt the children," the mother pleaded pulling at his heart strings, tears streaming down her face as she held both of the boys close, "please just leave us alone haven't you monsters done enough."
Feeling his heart move up to his throat Fenrir nervously checked again around him before whispering, "if you want to get out of this alive then follow me," he said extending his hand to the mother, on the inside screaming against this foolishness.
Looking at him bleary eyed and in shock the mother froze, realizing he was serious she soothed her two sons before she giving him a nervous nod, in her eyes he could see the obvious mistrust but in the end she accepted his hand.
"Alright stay quiet and follow me," Fenrir muttered after helping the two boy out as well before moving off into the tree line, slow enough for them to keep up as he thought to himself, "Dammit what am I doing." Scanning the trees for any other White Fang and seeing it was clear he signalled for them to come close, as he looked at the mother's tear covered face he felt his heart fill with shame, the sin of knowing what he had almost done weighing him down as she approached him.
"There is a town called Mirfield in that direction maybe an hour or two walk," Fenrir muttered pointing to the East unable to meet her eyes, "if you head there you should be able to find help, recently there's been a rumor going around that a couple of high ranking Atlas specialist are in the area so if you make it there, you should be fine."
The mother looked at him and for the first time he noticed that she had the brightest amber eyes he had ever seen, shining just like the gem on the necklaces her and the two boys wore, she looked at him with these eyes and asked, "why are you helping us since you're part of the Fang?"
Sighing deeply still unable to hold her gaze Fenrir snapped, "I don't know why so just go," swishing tail back and forth nervously as he continued scanning the area for pursuers growling, "If you get caught then we're all dead so get moving."
Watching them move off through the bush and then out of sight Fenrir gave a sigh of relief, turning back he ran to where they had found the cart, arriving only to find his brother sitting atop it with his mask off smirking.
"So you get the job done little brother," Caius asked wiping the gore from his blade with a scrape of the huntsman's jacket, the man's body Fen noticed was nowhere to be found, and other then the signs of a bloody struggle across the ground it was as if he never existed, even the man's massive axe was nowhere to be found.
"Yeah I eliminated the survivors," Fen finally replied looking back at his brother, trying to keep his voice even as he thought, "I can't let him find out I let them go."
"Good," Caius chirped leaping down to his brother getting face to face with his brother. "That means we can go ahead and start heading back to camp, after all toying with weakling still takes a lot out of you when you're having fun."
Remaining silent Fen moved beside his brother and began following him back to camp unaware that by making the decision to spare that woman and her sons, he had just set life on a course that he would have never foreseen even in his wildest dreams.
Four hours after leaving Patch
"You feeling better now Morven," Winter asked lightly patting her partner on the back as he for the third time in a row, vomited over the side of the pier into the churning waters below.
Waiting several seconds till his nausea finally passed Morven stood up and gave Winter a appreciative nod, wiping his mouth before muttering quietly, "thanks Winter… I don't know what I'd do without you."
Blushing a bit Winter smiled and gave his back one last pat before turning and heading off the dock, waiting for Morven to pay the ferryman for their ride back from Patch she couldn't help but smile to herself.
"Alright that'll be thirty-six lien for you and your wife," The ferryman said typing in the total on his scroll and holding it for Morven to see. "Will you be paying with cash or card?"
Instantly stiffening up at the man's words, Morven gave his third most common phrase that he was known for saying, especially whenever Winter was out of earshot. "No we're not married, she's just my partner."
"Oh I'm sorry that was my mistake," the man said sheepishly accepting Morvens money, noticing the slightly bitter tone, "that's a shame though It's just that you two would make a perfect couple, you know that?"
"Hmm you don't say…" Morven muttered under his breath looking down the pier after her.
After several minutes of waiting Winter finally saw her partner returning from paying the ferryman, a slightly flustered look on his face as he walked back to her. Standing up she placed her hands on her hips and shook her head with a small grin on her face chuckling before she asked, "did that old guy give you a hard time about about getting sick?"
"Yeah... You could say something like that," Morven retorted evading any further questions and pushing on with Winter in tow,the two of them making their towards the road to Mirfield completely unaware of the events that would soon transpire.
Back at the White Fang encampment later that evening
"What do you mean Adam left already?!" Caius snarled at Adam's second lieutenant, looking up at the massive masked man, "I refuse to report to anyone other than our leader himself so you better tell me where he is right now."
Fenrir leaning against a tree to the side shifted uncomfortably at his brothers tone, his brothers aggressiveness he noticed had been getting worse ever since their attack on Beacon.
"Well that's too bad because he left me here in charge while he went back with Cinder," the lieutenant said with a wicked grin towering over Caius, "you answer to me now."
"Like hell I do!" Caius shouted taking a step back, "I'll just wait until Adam gets back to report the mission success."
"At least in your mind it a success," Fenrir thought thinking back on the mother and her two sons he had helped escape, wondering again why he had done that thinking, "I've killed innocent people before, so why did I hesitate this time? Was it the children, or was it something else..."
A sudden commotion from the camp entrance suddenly caught his attention as another group of raiders entered the camp, heading straight for the command tent where his brother was arguing with the lieutenant still, as they passed him Fenrir couldn't help but feel something, like a dark sense of imminent danger that sent a chill through his blood coming from the group.
"Hey Boss we just learned something you're gonna want to hear about," the lead raider said holding out his hand, Fenrir's heart almost skipped a beat at the sight, dangling from his grip were three familiar identical amber necklaces each stained with blood.
"Why should I care about some useless piece of jewelry," the lieutenant growled barely even paying the raid leader any mind as he glared at Caius.
"You won't care about the jewelry, but what the survivors who were wearing them had to say might interest you," the leader said with a wicked grin twitching his fox ears in anticipation.
The tone of his voice must've intrigued the lieutenant, turning from Caius he surveyed the entire group from behind his mask, his eyes passing over all of them before crossing his arms nodding for the leader to continue.
"While making our pass by the town of Mirfield we came across some pregnant cow and her two brats," the raider said with a cackle, they were maybe twenty minutes away from making it when we grabbed one of the boys, the other one started bawling while his mother screamed begging us to release him."
A cold sweat began to bead on Fenrir as he listened to the raiders, a few of them he noticed gradually moved to cut off the easiest escape routes, each of them grinning behind their masks.
"When we grabbed the boys their mother began crying about how we made a mistake, she claimed that one of our own let her and the two brats go telling them to go to Mirfield and get help."
Fenrir's feeling of unease immediately turned to fear as the raider finished, the only thoughts going through his mind now were, "I don't understand this how could this happen. I made sure we weren't followed so they should've made it to Mirfield?"
"So what did you do to these humans then?" the lieutenant asked breaking Fens train of thought drawing his attention back to the raiders.
The leader of the raiders held up the bloody necklaces and gave them a little shake, emphasizing once again his men had killed them.
"That's what I wanted to hear, now the only other question I have, is before you killed them..." The lieutenant stepped forward till he was towering over the raider and looked down with murderous intent, "did you find out who the traitor was that let them go!"
Fenrir flinched at the shout and turned slightly away, his eyes darting for an escape route when he heard his brother almost whisper.
"Fen… I thought you said you killed them all…"
Looking up he met his brothers eyes and saw the disbelief in them, the disbelief that quickly changed to rage as Caius took a step closer raising his voice, "I thought you said you killed them. So you lied to me, all to save some worthless humans, you betray the only family we have left!."
All around the gathered group there was grumbling at what Caius had said, like the two brothers many of the current members had lost family to either the Grimm, or fighting the humans, so if one's loyalty was brought into question it became a very big deal to the group as a whole.
"I did what I thought was the right thing, regardless of the fact they were human or not," Fenrir burst out unable to control himself, glaring back at his older brother as his hand slowly edged towards one of his blades.
"If you draw your blade against us Fenrir you'll be branded a traitor," the lieutenant warned, a threatening with a undertone in his voice. "It would be better for you to just give up your life and die with at least some dignity, so you don't bring any more shame to your brother."
Turning to Caius Fenrir pleaded with his eyes one last time, begging for his older brother to help defend him in his time of need, but he only received a glare full of hate as his brother unsheathed his own blade taking a step forward.
"Why Caius…"
Quickly drawing his sword and focusing Fenrir summoned one of his aura construct wolves, channeling through the blade at the center of the gathered group he imbued it lighting dust from his weapon, resulting in the wolf giving off a massive electrical flash blinding the group, using this as a distraction he leapt up and over a raider blocking his path and began running towards the darkening forest.
"After that coward!," their stand in leader roared pointing his massive chain blade in the direction Fenrir had ran before turning to Caius, stopping him and growling, "you better finish him off if you want to redeem yourself."
Baring his teeth Caius took off after the others, an idea already forming in his mind of where his brother would be heading thinking to himself, "oh little brother why must you do this to me, now I'll be forced to feed my wolves again."
Closing his eyes several dark wolves broke away from him and start scattering through the foresting, hunting for their packmates and howling into the night letting them know that this time, they were the ones being hunted.
Some distance away
Sitting around their campfire Morven and Winter were in the middle of preparing to get some sleep, when an ominous howl echoed through the night air, pausing in laying out his mat to sleep Moven asked, "Winter did you hear that?"
"What, you mean the wolves," Winter asked also shooting a look towards the darkening forest, "I heard from one of the locals that this forest was home to several different packs at one point, so I'm not surprised we are hearing them now."
Nodding but not convinced he surveyed the area again before tossing his mat down, watching him stand up Winter could easily tell he was on edge and something within the dark had agitated him.
"Hey calm down Kay, it sounded like just regular wolves, not Beowolves so we'll be fine." Winter tried to reassure him, the very fact he was on edge made her nervous.
Off in the distance there was another howl followed by a sound like a crack of lightning making Morven freeze, looking into the dark for the source of the commotion.
"Winter..."
"I know let's go," Winter sighed grabbing her sword and giving Morven a nod, the two then took off running through the forest at breakneck speed in the direction of the howl, not knowing what to expect but nonetheless prepared for a fight.
Meanwhile nearby
Caius slashed his blade and the last of Fenrir's wolves dissipated into nothing, as he stalked closer the rage and hatred coming off him made the young Faunus cringe in fear, his brothers attempt on his life still shocking him as he collapsed onto the ground from his injury.
"Dammit I should've know Caius would find me," Fenrir thought biting his tongue to keep from crying out, the deep cut across his back that his brother gave him causing tears to well up as he looked at his brother, pleading again, "please Caius don't do this, we're brothers."
Caius stopped at this and cocked his head, giving his little brother a sideways look he bared his teeth in anger, several more dark wolves appearing in response to his anger and began pacing around them, padding their way to their bleeding quarry as he muttered remorselessly, "my brother died when he betrayed me and our family the fang."
Time seemed to slow down as the lead wolf gave a growl and the charged Fenrir, closing his eyes and waiting for the attack his eyes shot open at an unexpected sound, the wolf yipping of pain and suddenly disappearing.
"What the hell?!" Caius took a step back in surprise staring at the simple medium sized throwing knife embedded in the ground before him, landing where his wolf had been a man stood between him and his injured brother.
"Caius Argyros, wanted on multiple counts of manslaughter, conspiracy against the well being and peace of Remnant, and association with the criminal terrorist organization known as the white fang I'm here to place you under arrest," the man said in an even voice staring at Fenrir's attacker, his hand calmly resting on the large sword sheathed at his hip as Caius recoiled at his words.
"You… I've heard of you, you Atlas dog," Caius snarled recognizing the man from the White Fang kill list, taking another step back his wolves began growling and circling the intruder as he pointed his sword at the Specialist, "you're the one they call the storm commander, Morven Kenrich of Atlas."
Barely hanging onto consciousness Fenrir looked up at the man known as Morven, despite his blurry vision he could see that Morven was a tall man with dark brown hair that contrasted sharply with the pale of his skin, his white and grey trimmed trench coat seemed faded and worn, but in good condition bearing the crest of the Atlas military on one shoulder, and a simple sword and shield emblem decorating the other.
"If you've heard of me then you no doubt know my partner too," Morven said lightly as Winter stepped out from the tree line, a glyph at her feet ready to activate at a moment's notice.
"Yeah all of the fang knows that Schnee bitc… Arrgh!" Caius cried out in pain mid sentence as another throwing knife was thrown, this time embedded in his thigh as Morven narrowed his eyes irritably at him brandishing another knife.
"Watch yourself," he said with a dangerous edge in his voice eyeballing one of Caius's wolves, with a flick of his wrist he sent another knife flying through it's skull causing it to vanish just like the first.
Glaring at both specialists Caius then shifted his gaze to his injured brother still laying on the ground, the hate in his eyes sending a shiver through him as he fought to stay conscious hearing his brother say, "you're dead to us Fenrir, know that if you they allow you to live, we won't."
With that Caius gave one last glare to everyone before taking off with his wolves leaving the two specialists standing over his injured brother.
"What are we going to do about this one?" Fenrir heard Winter ask, her voice sounding muffled as he just barely clung to consciousness, the man's expression on his face though was the last thing he saw, not one of judgment or hate, but one of idle curiosity like he was something truly surprising.
"Winter, I'd like you to use a stasis glyph to slow his bleeding for now, we'll take him back to our campsite and I'll give him some first aid there," Morven finally said after staring at the barely conscious young Faunus for a minute. "We should probably hurry though, that cut looks rather nasty and if he dies on us we could lose the intel he has."
Fenrir couldn't help but notice that rather than having a menacing tone when he said this, Morven just had more of a business like way of talking, still though he was unable to decide whether it was better for him to die at his brother's hand or be captured by those he called his enemy for the longest time.
"Are you sure this is a good idea though Kay," Winter said disdainfully looking down at the wolf faunus, "this one is white fang too so it might be in our best interest to finish him now."
"I'd say this makes our current mission no longer necessary Winter," Morven reasoned picking up his knives from the ground, "we can take him back to Atlas with us and they can decide what to do with him there, for all we know he might cooperate with us and tell us all he knows."
Sighing deeply Winter gave in and cast her stasis glyph slowing Fen's blood loss while Morven threw him over his shoulder with a grunt, giving the area one last glance Morven nodded to Winter, "alright let's go back."
With that the two Specialists and their new acquaintance began trekking back to their camp site, completely unaware of the red eyed crow watching them from the treetop with much more curiosity than your average bird.
The Next Morning back on Patch
"Yang are you sure about this, I mean that Specialist made it seem like the journey is going to be incredibly dangerous," Taiyang said to his daughter in a worried tone already knowing she had made her decision.
Turning around from loading up bumblebee; her personal motorcycle, Yang looked at her father and gave him a sad smile, her mind already made up on the choice to leave, and she knew it would do her no good being on the sidelines, not while her little sister and team were out there fighting.
"I appreciate the concern dad, I really do but I can't just sit here while Ruby and the others are out there, if there is anyway for me to help them I'm going to take it even, if it is dangerous."
Giving his daughter a smile, Taiyang's eyes then drifted down to her arm before asking, "so how are you feeling about the arm then? Did you have any trouble with it getting it on?"
Yang gently rubbed the cold steel of the arm before shrugging and smiling back at her father, "it feels a little strange but they weren't lying when they said it would fit me perfectly, who knows maybe when I go to Atlas with them I can get some sweet upgrades on it."
Gently grabbing his daughter's arm Tai pulled her in for one last hug and whispered, "I'm so proud of you Yang. Please, just promise me that you'll be safe and listen to those Specialists alright, I don't want to lose you too."
Breaking away she gave her father one last determined look before slipping on her helmet and mounting her bike, with a wave she peeled off racing down the forest road to the Patch docks, a multitude of questions going through her mind as she left her childhood home with the quick twist of the throttle and the roar of her engine.
"Well Atlas, ready or not here I come."
Back on Vale mainland near Mirfield
"Alright rise and shine Faunus we have a bit of a walk to make before we reach Mirfield," a Fenrir woke to find himself resting on a simple camping mat shirtless and bound at the wrist, rolling in shock to get a look at his surroundings he stopped feeling a slight numbing pain in his back, waiting till it dulled down to a throb Fenrir realized that beside that he was perfectly fine, even with the stitches in his back he could tell he was perfectly fine.
"Alright, I'm going to untie you so you can get your shirt and coat back on," The man he heard called Morven last night said coming into view looking down at him. "Don't get any ideas about running, I hate to have to treat you roughly considering I patched you up last night."
Getting to his knees Fenrir could see that the man had both of his swords wrapped in a bundle and slung on his back and was holding out his white shirt and black trench coat, his face was expressionless but his eyes narrowed slightly when he caught Fenrir looking towards his weapons shaking his head as if to say, "don't even try."
Setting the clothes down he pulled one of his throwing knives out from his coat and cut the rope around Fenrir's hands making the young Faunus eyes widen slightly in surprise before quickly regaining his composure, looking at the Specialist with a cautious gaze he growled. "You're either bold or just stupid, normally when a human captures a member of the white fang they would torture them to death or kill them on sight…"
"You should really get your facts straight," Morven said interrupting the Faunus. "You may call us killers but we are not the ones killing pregnant mothers and their children."
Hearing that Fenrir immediately shut up and continued getting dressed, moving slowly as to not to reopen his wound, pausing to look over his shoulder at the Specialist he could tell just from the way Morven acted that he was strong, giving off sinking feeling that any attempt to escape could mean certain death.
Morven looked calmly at the wolf faunus ignoring how he was being sized up and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, "Fenrir Argyros by lawful order, for multiple acts of manslaughter, conspiracy and threatening the peace within the four kingdoms, you are to be brought back to Atlas for interrogation and judgement for your crimes."
Slapping the cuffs on him he lifted Fenrir up to his feet and gave him stern look before turning to Winter nodding, "Alright let's pack up so we can get moving now, I want to enjoy some time off before Yang meets us at the ship."
"What makes you think she'll decide to come with us," Winter asked moving beside him as they walked, staying only a few feet behind Fenrir as they walked down the forest path, her gaze kept darting between him and her partner as they slowly got closer to the town of Mirfield.
"Call it a hunch, but I have the feeling that Ms. Xiao-Long will make the decision to join us, based on the fact it must be killing her on the inside, her little sister ran off with a group of other students to avenge their friend right, if you were in that boat you'd want to help Weiss right Winter."
Noticing that Fenrir was slowing down and seemingly listening in Winter glared over at him and spat venomously, "mind your own business dog and keep walking, the sooner we turn you in the better."
Narrowing his red eyes Fenrir stopped and turned to face Winter, a growl rumbling in his throat as he shot back, "yeah you would be talking tough while I'm unable to fight," he taunted trying to provoke her. "C'mon, If you untie me here we can duke it out and you can put that little can opener of yours to use, that is if you've got what it takes to go toe to toe with the White Beast."
Winter's eyes flashed at his comment and her hand immediately went to her sword drawing it to his throat in the blink of an eye.
"Winter enough." Morven met Fenrir's eyes with a cold calculating stare and shook his head, "you should turn around and keep moving Mr. Argyros, otherwise I'll be forced to muzzle you so that you do not upset my partner."
Holding the man's gaze, Fenrir smirked and turned so that he was facing Morven before spitting, "and you! You probably look down on us Faunus just like the Schnee's, so I don't want to hear you acting all high and mighty, you know what I'll take you down as well so take your filthy human hands off Hati & Sköl and give them back."
There was a moment of silence in the group as everyone stood looking at each other, expressions varying from hatred to annoyance as they waited for someone else to speak.
"Oh so that's what their called," Morven said finally breaking the silence looking at the two blades with idle curiosity. "Interesting… Is that their true name or did you name them that," he asked looking back at Fenrir who seemed to be struggling to resist charging him.
"I'm betting he just gave them those names after he stole them," Winter spat glaring at Fenrir her hand still resting on her blade. "Filthy dog, this is why I don't normally trust the Faunus and sure as hell don't trust this dog of the White Fang, I say we just deal with him now and be done with it."
"Winter please that's enough…" Morven pleaded in an exasperated tone before turning to Fenrir, the intensity in his gaze making the Faunus freeze up as he surveyed him with those strange brown eyes.
"This is your last warning Mr. Argyros, refrain from antagonizing Winter or I'll be forced to take steps you won't like," his voice changing to a much more dangerous tone. "If you refuse I'll be forced to use drastic measures to ensure that you behave…"
Glaring one last time at him, Fenrir slumped slightly and turned back around continuing forward in silence, the two Specialists following closely behind him.
An hour of silence passed without incident and the town of Mirfield became visible, leaving the forest path and moving onto the main dirt road the trio could see to their far left Winters large airship, with all it's streamers and it being landed on the far end of town it was easily the most noticeable thing about the area. Even from that far they could see the maintenance crew gathered around one of the engine ports, all the workers seemingly busy unaware of the specialists return.
"Hello gentlemen," Morven called out waving to get their attention as they strode up, still watching Fenrir out of the corner of his eye as he sat down against the hull sulking.
"Ah Specialist Schnee, Specialists Kenrich your back," the head worker said climbing down the side meeting them on the ground. "I see your mission was successful," he said warily looking at the handcuffed wolf Faunus before turning to Winter, "Ma'am don't worry we managed to repair that faulty engine line and are just doing the last minute diagnostic check, we should be able to leave in a few hours if you wish."
"Thank you for your hard work but you don't have to worry," Winter said smiling before giving Morven an annoyed look, "we'll actually be staying one more day waiting for another passenger who may show up tomorrow."
"Trust me Winter, she'll show up."
"If you insist Kay, but what are we going to do with him," Winter asked pointing at Fenrir her eyes narrowing again as their gazes met.
"I would normally say we lock him up in the ship's cells but…"
Fenrir looked up and met Morvens eyes, and was surprised to find him with a more understanding expression this time.
"He's a crafty one so I'd prefer to have him around, that way I can personally keep an eye on him. If that is ok with you Winter," Morven asked turning to his partner.
"Dammit can't you just pick up a hint," Winter thought silently nodding in agreement with him, "I was hoping we could spend some quality time together, but now that that dog is going to be around, I don't think this could get any worse."
"Alright then it's settled," Morven said bringing his hands together turning back to the maintenance team, "after you guys are done with the repairs I don't see a problem with you guys going out, enjoy a night on the town I know it's small but they have a nice couple of restaurants and bars, so you guys should take a night to relax. Just make sure you are all are back on ship by noon tomorrow, is that understood?"
"No problem," the man said giving a thumbs up to Morven before turning back to his work.
"So what are you doing with me," Fenrir asked getting back to his feet watching Morven again, his curiosity about the specialist piqued by the declaration to keep an eye on him.
"You're just going to stick with me Mr. Argyros…"
"It's Fenrir!," Fenrir snapped irritably staring at the specialist.
Raising his eyebrows Morven continued as if he wasn't interrupted, "you're going to stick with me and come tomorrow we'll begin our flight back to Atlas, where you're to be questioned and then sentenced by the council."
At this Fenrir's face paled at the mention of flight, he had battled Huntsman and Grimm, but if there was one thing that he hated more than anything, it was flying. Looked at the Specialist with a indifferent look on his face Fenrir thought to himself, "is there any other way we can get to Atlas other than flying, I mean surely there's a non-flying ship we can take right instead?"
"What do you want to do then for tonight," Winter asked still internally pouting about not being alone with Morven. "Are we going to stay in the ship tonight or do you have other plans since your dog sitting?"
Sighing deeply Morven gave Winter a tired smiled and pointed to the town center, "even though we have Mr. Argyros with us I'd still like to look around a little bit before finding a little motel for the evening, it'll be a nice change of pace for us."
At the mention of a motel Morven could've sworn that for a split second Winter had looked elated, but then it dawned on her that Fenrir would also be staying and her elation went out the window as she asked, "so with the motel what would the sleeping arrangements be?"
"What's wrong Schnee afraid I'll bite," Fenrir teased baring his teeth at her.
Glaring at him again Winter huffed and turned away, muttering something about fleas and him being a disgusting animal before stalking off towards the center of town, leaving Morven with a stressed look on his face.
"Great now you've done it Morven," He said to himself sadly watching Winter walk away, taking a deep breath Morven turned to Fenrir and nodded his head indicating he wanted to head into town and began walking away, not bothering to see if the Faunus was following him.
Shaking his head in disbelief Fenrir considered making a break for it again when he realized something, Morven had walked into town with Hati & Sköl still slung over his shoulder. "Dammit what's his game, first he saves me and now he wants to take me back to Atlas," he thought swishing his tail angrily following Morven, his mind reeling as he continued trying to figure him out as they moved to catch up to Winter.
Meanwhile back on Patch
Yang Xiao-Long was known for a lot of things, however being patient was not one of her greatest traits as she yelled, "what do you mean the ferry is done for the night!" stomping her foot irritably as the old operator yawned giving her a tired look.
"I'm awfully sorry miss but it's awfully late for me, and since I've made quite a few trips between Patch and the mainland just today I'd like to get some rest, although that couple today that I took back was very polite." The old man mused smiling to himself at the thought of the man who had gotten seasick earlier that afternoon, his lovely wife tenderly consoling him as they crossed the barely rocky waters.
"Look this is really urgent alright, if you could just make an exception I'd be willing to pay double for the ride across, I'm really in a hurry and I need to get to the town of Mirfield by tomorrow," Yang urged the old man trying her best not get upset knowing she couldn't really blame the old man, with the number of people going from Patch to mainland it was only natural that there would be only one ferry.
Shaking his head one last time the ferry operator sighed and said, "well listen here miss. It's been a long day for me so I'm going to call it a night, but I have to pick up some supplies for Patch back on the mainland early in the morning, so if you are here you can catch a ride then. I'll be leaving at six o'clock sharp so make sure you are here and ready to go by then," with that the old man hobbled off to his truck driving off without so much as a look back leaving Yang alone at the dock.
"Dammit!," Yang cursed looking around the beach area before deciding just to camp out, moving bumblebee over to the edge of the forest Yang sat down and began pulling out her sleeping bag preparing for the night thinking to herself, "I hope I don't end up being too late tomorrow. This is my big chance to get back into the fight and help everyone."
Finishing checking the area one last time to make sure no grimm or bandits were in the area, Yang laid down under the base of the tree and stared out into the night, clenching her right arm she turned her lilac eyes to the cold steel that was now her hand and sighed deeply thinking to herself, "this arm… It's now a part of me this piece of cold steel, does this make me a monster? Or just a freak?" Still pondering this Yang closed her eye's and began dozing off, the slight nervousness she felt for meeting up with the two specialists going away as she finally came to terms with her decision, drifting off to sleep beneath the shattered moon of Remnant.
Mirfield that same night
"I'll see you in the morning Winter so don't worry about me, just make sure to get some sleep for tomorrow alright," Morven said quietly setting his tea down, "I don't know why but I have a feeling that it's going to be a fairly eventful day tomorrow."
"Please rethink letting him stay in there with you Kay," Winter pleaded sitting on the edge of her bed staring at Morven strangely, her simple nightgown riding up slightly around her thighs as she rocked slightly on her bed.
Morven gulped and turning towards the door he could feel Winter get up and move behind him, her hand going to his shoulder stopping him, "at least keep him tied up and secure, I know he was behaving at the restaurant but alone I know he would try to slit your throat the moment he got the chance."
Sighing Morven turned around placing his hands on Winter's shoulders and looked into her ice blue eyes, his own face heating up a little at their closeness.
"Winter, I can't explain why but there's something about this kid that makes me know he won't, but don't worry I have a plan if he does try something," bringing his hand up Morven stroked Winter's cheek. "When was the last time I made a bad judgment call," he reassured Winter before leaving her room.
"You're an idiot Morven," Winter thought sadly watching the door close behind him, throwing herself onto her bed with a deep sigh she rolled onto her side and hugged her pillow, still wondering if Morven once again would come see her in the middle of the night.
Back in Morven's room Fenrir was handcuffed to the bed with a bored look on his face, the sound of the door opening immediately making him look and find Morven entering the room with a curious expression on his face, giving the specialist a scowl before sitting up on in the bed Fenrir muttered, "you know I'm kinda hungry here, so the least you can do is untie me and give me something to eat, I haven't anything to eat since you and your girlfriend captured me."
"She's not my girlfriend," Morven said on instinct grabbing the fast food bag off the table and tossing it Fenrir, his talk with Winter still fresh in his mind as he removed his and Fenrir's weapons propping them beside his bed.
The wolf Faunus mid bite into his burger looked at where the Specialist had placed his swords and swallowed, a mixture of emotions appearing on his face for a brief second before quickly regaining his composure, looking back at Morven he saw the Specialist just nod in response.
"Those are some nice blades you got there, don't worry I'm not going to disrespect them or anything," Morven reassured catching Fenrir's quick flash of emotion at the sight of his swords. "I am curious though as to where you got them if you didn't steal them though."
Fenrir looked at the specialist with a frown before answering, "they were a gift and now my only partners that I can rely on," using his free hand to grip the white scarf around his neck tightly, remembering a painful memory which did not go unnoticed by Morven.
"I take it a family member left them to you?"
"My mother," Fenrir whispered remembering her smiling face, "her and my father left their weapons behind for me and my brother, a memento if you will of their own struggle."
"Your brother Caius inherited your father's weapon I take it, that massive Odachi."
"Yeah Seethe," Fenrir muttered grinding his teeth as the scar from his brothers attack pulsed beneath his skin, "also know as the rabid blade that sword bears a curse when cutting those who are not faunus."
"Hmmm I see…" Morven reached over to where he laid down his own weapon and drew it from the sheath allowing Fenrir to get a good look at the blade. From the size he could see that it was a bastard sword on the smaller side of the spectrum, the blade itself though was surprising wide with a dark black core to the blade. Looking closer he could see a faint glimmer of gold coming from within the black, that contrasted sharply with the silver edges, this was indeed a weapon meant for a Huntsman of high caliber.
"This is Storm Razor my own weapon," Morven said in a clear tone noticing Fenrir's awe, "I built her myself during my time at the academy so she's one of a kind."
Fenrir looked at the sword in awe, he had seen many different weapons during his time in the White Fang, but never has he seen one with such beauty and grace, looking carefully along the weapon he noticed part of the grip seemed different, and that the edge of the blade seemed to have seams in small intervals, noticing this he asked, "that's a very good looking sword, kind of weapon is she"?
Shaking his head and sheathing his blade Morven chuckled lightly, "now now let's not get too friendly here, after all you wouldn't want to give away all your weapons secrets now would you? Because that would put you at quite the disadvantage, if you tried to escape."
Fenrir chuckled, " you know you're different from other humans I've met, the ones that always treated me like shit, so I hope that you'll forgive my outbursts from earlier." Fenrir continued to stare at the specialist, trying to understand him, in all his experience with humans none ever asked him about his weapons or his past. For him it was a real shocker.
"I'll go ahead and take that as a good thing me being different," Morven said with a understanding smile, "I too would like to apologize for the way my partner acted, granted you can't really blame her considering what has been going on for the last couple of years regarding the white fang and the Schnee dust company. Although I will have you know that your comments were not helping the situation."
Morven the yawned and removed his trench coat throwing it over his chair, the flash of the inner lining revealing to Fenrir a multitude of throwing knives along the inside, reminding him of the pin point accuracy which he used them against his brother.
"Yeah sorry about that, guess I've been under a lot of stress lately with my own brother trying kill me and with the chaos in the kingdoms, I don't blame your girlfriend but if it's any consolation I've never killed any of her family."
"She's not my girlfriend…"
Fenrir looked out the window of the hotel room noticing that the villagers were having some sort of festival, memories of his time back in his village where there would always festivals at night and his family would come together.
"I know it's probably not going to make you feel better but when we get to Atlas if you cooperate things will go a lot easier for you," Morven said slipping off his combat boots and socks before plopping on his back.
Narrowing his eyes again at the mention of Atlas Fenrir scoffed and went back to silently eating, his gaze shifting over to the specialist every now and then as the man seemed to instantly fall asleep.
"What a strange man," Fenrir thought digging into the fries he had left before crushing the bag and throwing it the trash, looking over one last time at Morven Fenrir laid down himself and closed his eyes, figuring that whatever happened tomorrow he'd just deal with it.
Right outside the room moving away from the door, Winter tiptoed back to her room, her heart slightly relieved that Morven had everything under control, but at the same time sad that with him keeping an eye on their prisoner her plan to visit him in the night was once again postponed.
"Why must the world always get between us Morven," Winter pondered sulking on her bed again, over in her bag on the floor the lingerie she bought was angrily stuffed back inside it. "I'll get my chance," she thought grabbing her pillow and hugging it angrily, "I'm not going to stop till I get what I want, I've waited long enough."
The Next Morning on Patch
Just like the old man had said at 6 o'clock the ferry disembarked with it's only passenger and began making it's way to the mainland, while traveling across the water Yang passed the time talking with the old man about his travels and those who would go between Patch and the mainland, laughing when he mentioned a recent passenger that had the worst case of sea sickness he had seen in almost thirty years.
Yang laughed at this and thought of her flight to Beacon, how long ago it seemed since her and her sister had started this crazy chapter in their life, musing to herself Yang spaced out deep in thought till the pier came into view when she finally spoke again.
"Screw it," Yang muttered out loud earning a surprised look from the operator. "I'll do my part to save Remnant no matter where it takes me."
After coming ashore and paying the man, Yang waved goodbye before gunning bumblebee and shooting down the road to Mirfield, her heart rising in her throat as she steeled herself for whatever lay before her in the coming days.
Meanwhile in Mirfield
Fenrir couldn't help but shudder when he entered the airship knowing that within a few hours they would be flying, it wasn't even the destination he was worried about at this point but rather how they were traveling.
"Something the matter Mr. Argyros," Morven asked noticing the nervousness in Fenrir's body language as they marched onto the airship, the way his eyes darted around making it seem like he wasn't a fan of flying.
"Are you sure we can't get to Atlas another way any at all?" Fenrir asked trying his best to keep his tough guy act but failing miserably at hiding it.
Shaking his head and giving Fenrir the most sympathetic look he could he replied, "I'm sorry Mr. Argyros but this is the only way we can get to Atlas in a reasonable time, but knowing how painful it can be to suffer a form of motion sickness, I would be more then willing to see if Winter could place you in stasis again, I have a feeling that would help reduce the affects of your condition."
Fenrir looked at him confused before asking, "wait you mean you can use your semblance to put me to sleep, I mean I've seen a lot of different semblance during my time in the White Fang but I've never heard of a stasis semblance before.
"Not me, I meant my partner Winter," Morven said gesturing behind him to the disgruntled Schnee following behind them, "she has a vast variety of things she can do with her semblance and stasis just happens to be a useful one for this scenario."
Fenrir looked at Winter with a shocked expression on his face, he knew that someone saved him after his brother slashed him but had no idea the Schnee had helped.
"Well you both saved me from going six feet under so thanks I owe you both big time," Fenrir said showing a genuine smile which was rare to see.
"I wouldn't thank us just yet," Winter snapped glaring at Fenrir, still upset about her plans last night being ruined. "You do know that we are taking you to Atlas to face criminal charges and an interrogation, so thanking us should be the last thing you want to do."
Moving past Morven, Winter strode up to Fenrir and looked him in the eye with a cold smile, "you know the sentence for acts of terrorism in the kingdoms right, let alone how you animals killed civilians in cold blood, I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't waste their time with a trial and just chose to put you down on the spot."
"Well I'll be honest with you Schnee," Fenrir growled not backing down, "I joined the White Fang for a different reason, while some joined to kill humans and others for equality for Faunus kind."
Nudging Winter Morven shook his head and gestured for her to stand down before turning back to Fenrir, "well whatever your reasons you had, they won't matter compared to the crimes you have committed, so keep that in mind when we get to Atlas and you stand before the council."
With that Morven nodded to Winter and turned away as one of her glyphs appeared beneath their prisoner, numbing his whole body Fenrir collapsed to his knees unable to move and could only look from the ground up at the two Specialists.
"Take him and secure him in the passenger area with an armed guard," Winter shouted to the inside of the ship causing two low ranking soldiers to come running out.
"Right away ma'am," they said in unison going to either side of Fenrir dragging him up into the ship.
"Make sure he is treated with respect and dignity," Morven warned the two as they dragged him away, getting ready to turn back to Winter Morven paused noticing something on the ground, reaching down Morven picked up what turned out to be an old photograph of a much younger and considerably happier looking Fenrir, gathered around him he could only assume was his family, all of whom seemed to quite content with their life.
"What could have turned such a innocent looking young man into the killer that they all see him as now?" Morven pondered to himself walking to Winter's side, pocketing the picture, "I'll have to remember to return this to him later."
Off in the distance the loud revving of an engine cut through the crisp morning air causing Morven to look out towards the entrance of town, a sort of knowing smile appearing on his face as he chuckled, "and right on the money," watching a bright yellow motorcycle come speeding through the main gate heading right for the airship, the long golden hair of the rider catching the late morning sun.
"Is that who I think it is," Winter asked in disbelief watching as the cycle pulled up to their landing zone skidding to a stop, the driver hopping off and taking a couple steps forward looking up apprehensively at the large airship.
"It most certainly is Winter, so you can go ahead and tell the pilot to begin prepping for takeoff while I welcome our newest passenger," Morven said smiling, waiting till he felt Winter leave his side Morven walked down to the bottom of the ramp and watched as Yang took off her helmet, shaking her blonde hair out before locking her lilac eyes on his, a determined look on her face as she walked right up to him and taking his outstretched hand in her metal one.
"Alright you convinced me Specialist Morven, I'm in…"
AN: TheBoredBoot here with a last minute message as public relations for this joint venture. So a few things have changed with this but overall it is still a co-op work and will continue to be so unless certain things transpire, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of Saviors of Remnant, Myself and my partner have spent quite a bit of time on this and are quite proud of it so please remember to leave a review and follow if you want to be notified the second the chapter comes out. Until then stay tuned for the next exciting chapter.
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