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Ch 34

Lan stared at the plethora of weaponry spread out in front of him, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. There were all kinds of firearms, blades, explosives, and other deadly weaponry sitting on the surface of the table.

"Gonna kill lots'a Grimm!" thought Lan with a smile.

"Alright kid it's already been paid for, so take your time and find out what works for you." Said a well-built middle aged man sitting in the corner of the room.

After finishing the meal, Mr. Blank had phoned someone using his communications device and called Lan over. He had then ordered some of his men to escort Lan to an underground weapons vault beneath the hotel where the old man who was now with Lan was waiting for him.

"We got training dummies and targets over there." Said the man, jabbing his thumb towards what looked to be a mock battlefield filled with dummies and targets. "Take your time."

Lan nodded, his eyes still glued to the table, and then reached out for a rifle. Lan was already accustomed to all kinds of melee weaponry due to the large weapons vault in the palace in Tiger Valley, so he didn't need any practice with those.

The moment he picked it up, a hollow-screen appeared above the table and began instructing Lan on how to load and fire the rifle. Lan did so, and then turned to face on of the targets. He placed the butt of the gun against his shoulder, leaned his head so he could take aim at a target which was 2 meters in diameter and 10 yards away from him, and then fired. With a crack the bullet flew through the air and hit the very center of a target…which was more than 2 meters away from the target Lan had been aiming at. Puzzled, Lan quickly reloaded the rifle and took aim at another target. Once again, the shot didn't even skim the outer rim of the target he was aiming at.

"I think this gun's broken" said Lan, turning to the man sitting the corner.

"Impossible." Said the man getting up "I tuned them all only a few hours ago."

The man took the rifle from Lan's hands, then proceeded to fire at several targets at varying distances. The shots hit dead center on the target he was aiming at each time.

"See kid" said the man "It's not the gun's problem, you just have bad aim."

"No! My aim is great" said Lan, who puffed up his cheeks in anger.

"Yeah, yeah" said the Man "Maybe good enough to hit something standing right in front of you."

"No! I'll prove it!" shouted Lan, who ran back to the table and grabbed a ranged weapon he was a familiar with using, a bow, as well as a pouch of throwing knives. He them ran back to where the man was standing, knocked an arrow, and fired at the target that was the farthest away. The arrow hit the ring that was just outside of the bullseye center. The man raised an eyebrow and chuckled and said "lucky shot."

In response to this Lan knocked another arrow and fired at the same target, this time hitting dead center.

"Okay, not a lucky shot" said the man.

Lan then fired another arrow which struck the nock of the previous arrow he had fired and split it clean in half.

This time the man's eyes widened in amazement.

Lan then pulled out the throwing knives, and threw several of them with one toss in a horizontal line. Each knife hit dead center on the several targets that he was aiming at.

"…Okay then" said the man, "Try the rifle again."

Lan did so, and missed his target by several meters.

"Hmmm, maybe rifles just aren't your thing, let's try some other guns"

After that, Lan tried handguns, shotguns, sniper rifles, and even missile launchers. The end result:

"…Just stick to bows kid" said the man, who looked with blank eyes at all the wasted ammo. "Firearms just aren't your thing."

"Fumu" mumbled Lan, who stared at his feet in shame. Lan didn't know it, but the reason he kept missing was due to the mechanism by which firearms work. With all of those projectiles, they were propelled forward by explosive forces. Lan's body would sense the slight vibrations due to the training he was put through, and all the muscles in his body would shift in subtle ways to mitigate and shockwaves traveling through his body, which resulted in his aim being horrible thrown off. This problem never would occur in other cases, due to him using his own muscles to propel the projectile.

Lan then moved onto melee weaponry and was found to be quite proficient in the majority of them. The exceptions were very large weapons that the boy had trouble using due to their large size, although it was likely that this problem would disappear as the boy grew.

"Uh huh." Said the man, who was writing things down on a clipboard while observing Lan, "I guess that's all the weapon data I need, now to get an idea of how to build you your ideal weapon I just need to know your semblance."

"Oh okay." Said Lan, who set down a large Warhammer.

Lan then brought up both of his hands in front of his face, widened his stance, tensed his shoulders, and had his palms face each other. He then let out a grunt as he began to intensely concentrate and stare at the space between his palms. Particles of light began to appear around Lan, and then began to migrate towards the space between Lan's palms where they coalesced into a small growing crystal.

Lan then let out a puff of air, and the crystal fell into his hand.

"…Okay, what's it do?" asked the man who eyed the crystal.

"Still figuring that out to be honest" said Lan "I've found that the crystals I can make can take one different shapes and have different functions, but I can't make them too big yet."

"Still figuring your semblance out, not too surprising at your age" said the man, who wrote some more things down on his clipboard. "What can you do with that thing you have right now?"

"Well, I can do this!"

The crystal in Lan's hand suddenly began glowing, and then floated into the air, following Lan's hand movements. Lan then made a throwing motion with his hand and the crystal flew into the center of a target and then exploded with a firecracker like pop.

"I can also you it to increase my weapon reach"

Lan picked up a knife, concentrated on the tip, and a crystal blade extended outwards from the tip.

"Noted" said the man who scribbled something down on his clipboard. "Okay, we'll send our data and recommendations to your base sometime later."

"kay" said Lan, who then turned and looked at the huge amount of weapons one more time "…can I take—"

"No." said the man.

"Okay" said Lan, who drooped over and walked towards the exit.

After returning to the to the hotel lobby, Lan was greeted by the sky pirates who had just finished their final drinks.

"Ready to go nephew?" said Tora with a smile.

"Yep" said Lan.

"Alright boys back to the ship!" shouted Tora.

"We look forward to working with you in the future Mr. Muteki" said Mr. Blank.

"Ditto" said Tora.

The sky pirates gathered up their things and slowly left the hotel. During this movement Lan volunteered to carry his grandfather's slumbering, alcohol soaked form to the nearest truck.

After tossing him in, Lan buckled up as Tora climbed into the driver's seat. The trucks then hummed to life and began to head towards the docks in a train like fashion with Tora's at the lead.

"So do you do this after every raid?" asked Lan after a few minutes.

"Depends" said Tora "If we're contracted out, then we can deliver the cargo as soon as we get it. Mr. Blank is a special customer though, he works for some big wig who's one of the board members of Schnee Dust Co., and we do some jobs for him here and there to make his competing board members look bad."

"The Schnee Dust Company?" said Lan, who wrinkled his brow as he remembered Dust Hole.

"Don't worry kid, he's not like the rest of those racist bigwigs" said Tora "He thinks that the most efficient way to build up a company is to give every person a fair chance, regardless of race or gender. He also looks down on the way that a lot of them Faunus workers are treated, and if he gains more power in the company, his votes are going to have a lot more weight."

"But how do you know that he's not lying?" asked Lan.

"Oh, don't worry, we've got some people on the inside letting us know about his decisions, and if he ever turns coat on us, well, he'll soon find a lot of his operations failing." Said Tora, grinning at Lan "Well, anyway, back to raiding…Yeah that's pretty much how it goes if we're contracted, but if we attack a ship just because, then we have to send the cargo back to Tiger Cove first and then search for buyer, that usually takes around—"

Tora paused as he noticed something down the road. He then slowly applied his foot to the breaks and the train of trucks came to a halt.

"Stay inside" said Tora, as he exited the truck.

Lan looked out and saw that many of the sky pirates had already exited their trucks and were moving to form a line with Tora at the front. Suddenly Lan began to notice movement all around the area. Men and woman wearing scruffy clothes and wielding a variety of weapons were stepping out of the shadows one by one.

Eventually a large crowd assembled in front of the Jade Tigers and leading them were 5 people. A buxom woman with long dreadlocks, a short yet well-built man wearing a bandanna, a man wearing a long overcoat and a gasmask, a slender young woman with long golden hair, a large fatman who wasn't wearing a shirt and was munching on what appeared to be a roasted goat leg, and a man with a neatly trimmed black beard who appeared to be the leader of the group.

"We've been waitin 'fore ya kitty cat." Said the man with the black beard.

"Goldhorn!" said Tora, who spread his arms in greeting "So nice to see you again."

The sarcasm in his voice was evident.

"Not as glad as I am to see you" said Goldhorn "You owe us quite a lot from those ships you hit a few weeks back."

"Why, I have no idea what you're talking about" said Tora, with a mischievous grin.

"DON'T **** WITH ME!" shouted Goldhorn "My men saw the Jolly Roger on the ship that attacked them, and it was your stinkin banner! Those ships had our most valuable cargo from over the course of 1 month, and we expect it back."

"Hmmm, a few weeks back you say" Tora turned to one of his men "I seem to recall hitting a few ships around that time, do you remember any valuable cargo?"

"Yes" said the man shrugging "But, besides a few crates of Dust and precious metals, all we found were a bunch of people that we had to send home and a couple hundred crates of 'flour'."

The man then paused and shared a glance with Tora, who was suppressing a laugh. Silence stretched on for a few minutes until Goldhorn couldn't stand it any longer.

"And where exactly is all that 'flour'?" said Goldhorn. His eye twitching.

"Well, we had plenty enough flour for bread, so we gave it all too some chemist friends who are now using in some of their various borderline legal experiments" said Tora with a happy grin.

"And where are those chemist friends" asked Goldhorn, who was visibly fuming.

"Why at research institutions in Atlas course" said Tora, who emphasized the name of the kingdom.

At those words Goldhorn yelled in rage and pulled out a pair of revolvers, prompting all of the men and woman on his side to pull out their respective arms. All of the men and woman there knew about the tight military security that filled Atlas, and with their notoriety simply setting foot into that kingdom was tantamount to suicide.

"I've had enough of your shit Tora!" shouted Goldhorn "Attackin our ships and men every chance ya get, we've had enough of you Beasts and your stinkin alliance. We only let you all live till now because of who your father is, but seein as he hasn't been around in years, I'd say it's high time we had you pay your tab."

"Oh a fight" said Tora chuckling "This will be fun!" he then turned to the truck and yelled "Won't it dad?"

At those words everyone on Goldhorn's side froze, and he and the 5 leaders beside him had their faces drained of color.

Inside the truck Byakko snorted, and then opened his eyes. After seeing the commotion outside, he smiled and then yawned and stretched. Then, without warning, his arm shot upwards and punched the roof off the top of the truck. It flew 50 feet into the air before coming down on top of some unfortunate individuals on Goldhorn's side, who soon after began moaning in pain due to his aura being completely overcome.

"Dad, that was a rental" said Tora who was smiling and shaking his head.

Byakko then stood up and gazed over at the now cowering pirates.

"Why if it isn't the Blackstone Alliance!" he said "Are we fighting today?"

"F-fighting, wh-whose fighting" said Goldhorn, who hid his weapon behind his back after plastering a nervous smile across his face. "W-were we fighting Whirl?" he said to the extremely fat man.

"N-no" said the fat man, who was sweating profusely "W-we, uh, we was…um."

The fatman then turned to look at the man wearing the gasmask.

"We, uh were simply giving a greeting to Tora and his friends here" said the man, who seemed to have the most control over his emotions at this time.

"Oh, is that so Gaius?" said Byakko, who was picking his nose with his pinky. "Didn't sound like that to me?"

"W-Well…you were just hearing things!" said the short stocky man, who then turned to the woman with dreadlocks "Ain't that right Lusca?"

"Yes" she shouted, her body stiff as a board as she stiffly raised one hand and saluted Byakko "Karcinos is right! We would never think of bothering your friends, Sir!"

"Now now" said the young blonde haired woman, in a very sweet and flirtatious voice "This is all just a misunderstanding, we just popped by to give a greeting, and you know how rough all of our boys are, don't you? We are pirates after all."

"Well Ariel, you put up a good argument" said Byakko "And that means that since I myself am a pirate, among many other things, it is reasonable that I may enter into a bit of rough housing right now!"

"…True" said Ariel, who had a sweet smile plastered across her face, "Then do you mind leaving us girls out of it?"

"You traitor!" shouted all of the male pirate leaders.

"Hmmm well I think that—"started Byakko.

"Could you just let them go grandpa?" said Lan who poked his head above the broken frame of the truck. "They seem like they'll pee their pants any second."

""Another one?!"" thought many in the Blackstone alliance simultaneously. Many of them knew about Byakko's habit of picking up and raising children, and from their experiences those children often grew into people that you really didn't want to mess with.

"Well…that depends" said Byakko, who scratched his beard "If Tora thinks that it's okay, guess I can let them go."

At those words all eyes turned to Tora, who gave the Blackstone Pirates a mischievous grin.

"Well, I guess I can let them go" he said, which caused many of the Blackstones to let out a sigh of relief, which caught in their throats after Tora's next words "That is if they give us some info on some other 'friends' we can 'visit' over the course of the next few weeks. I know! Goldhorn, why don't you let us borrow your little black book? I think that will be adequate."

At this point all eyes turned to Goldhorn, who had gone red in the face and was shaking with anger. The black book in question contained all of the intelligence that Goldhorn had painstakingly gathered through countless methods, and contained information on everything from the movement of valuable freighters and cruise liners to the movements of other pirate alliances. His hand moved towards whatever weapon was holstered at this belt, but as his gaze flitted over to Byakko his eyes grew dim in defeat and instead reached coat and pulled out a small black journal which he chucked over to Tora, who caught it, gave it a quick skim, and then nodded to Byakko.

"Alright then" said Byakko "You guys get out of here before I change my mind."

The Blackstone pirate alliance members then slowly trudged away back into the darkness of the town, many of them cursing under their breath. They had believed they would have a great victory this day, but instead found themselves slinking away with their tails between their legs.

After the last person had disappeared Byakko turned to Tora and said: "Really boy, how did you guys lose control of things? Back when I was running the Beasts, none of the other pirates would dare even fart in our direction!"

"Well, that's the thing dad." Said Tora, who scratched his head in embarrassment "It's because you were here. Nobody in the alliance can replace ya, I mean all of us have been doing our best to keep up an imposing imsage, especially Nyataro, he's been trying to fill your shoes for years after you left last time…but them's pretty big things to fill, even if he is a son of yours."

"That's cause you guys haven't been training enough" said Byakko "Neither you nor Nyataro have ever finished my 256 levels of training. If you had then you could defeat the combined might of every pirate crew on the seas with single fart!"

"Yeah" said Tora, chuckling "I remember back when you did that, what a storm that was. But seriously dad, if we tried to do any more of that training we'd die."

"What level training am I on?" asked Lan, who turned to look up at Byakko.

"Level 12" said Byakko "Which is higher than most people ever go and a bit higher than Tora was at your age, Tora stopped takin my training at around level 102, Nyataro managed to get to level 120. But that's not nearly enough, after all the last 64 levels are the real game changers! But if you can finish level 256, then you'll be in the same class of warrior as me!"

"Which is practically impossible" said Tora.

"No it's not!" said Byakko "Just look at me and my old team."

"All of you are ancient monsters who predate the Four Kingdoms" said Tora "None of you count."

"Well I'm gonna prove you wrong" said Byakko, who then turned to look at Lan "You'll finish all the training right boy?"

"Yeah!" shouted Lan who leapt to his feet and spread his arms into the air.

"I like that enthusiasm." Said Byaako "Let's bump your training up to level 13 now, which means it's time for you to fight an older breed of Grimm!"

"Woot!" shouted Lan, as he leaped into the air in joy, because previously the strongest Grimm he had been allowed to fight were on the class of large Ursa, and he knew that the older a Grimm was, the more powerful it would be. "Gonna murder me a Taijitu." He said.

"Alright alright" said Tora "We'll see what we can do about that, but for now let's get back to the ship. After all," Tora waived the black book in his hands "I've got to modify our plans now that we've got some new information."

"Okie dokie" said Byakko "Back to pirating!"

"Yeah!" shouted Lan.

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Over the course of the next few weeks the Jade Tigers hit multiple ships, from the ships of other lesser pirates to those owned by individuals that the Beast pirate alliance found less than savory. They also found out about a few raids that were planned on civilian cruisers and the ships of more savory individuals, the Jade Tigers would then arrive in a timely fashion to save them from their plight, take the cargo from the enemy ship they just subdued, and then escort the ship to safe waters (for a reasonable fee of course). Ignis and George also had a right fun time, be it playing with members of the crew or training with Lan who wished to perform special team attacks, one of the moves that they came up with during this time was where Lan would throw Ignis, who was curled up and holding George, like a bowling ball where the little one stopped when he ended up between someone's legs, after which he would uncurl and allow George to strike the target in the groin with his stick. And of course during that time:

"Swim boy!" shouted Byakko, who dumped another bucket of fresh chum into the sea where Lan was swimming, "Swim before the giant sharks eat you!"

"Would be easier without these weights!" shouted Lan, who was swimming towards the goal with a school of fins approaching him from behind.

"...You drugged the chum right?" whispered Tora.

"Yeah, don't worry" said Byakko "Don't want them sharks swimming too fast, and after training is done, we can have some delicious roast shark...One sec."

Byakko reached out and grabbed a steel ball right next to him and then threw with hypersonic speed towards the horizon. Less than a second later there was a huge explosion of of water followed by a monstrous scream and moments later large black disintegrating tentacles could be seen on the horizon.

"Back to training then!" shouted Byakko, who threw another bucket of drugged chum into the water.

Lan also improved his cooking and engineering skills during this time as he worked in the kitchen and the engine room. In the kitchen he learned how to whip together higher quality Japanese (in our world) based dishes and make new delicious creations, while in the engine room he learned the some of the basics of engine design. Also, in his free time he read up on topics he was interested in such as biology, Grimm ecology, and:

"Okay hold him still" said Lan, who had a small needle in one hand and an acupuncture chart at his side.

"MMmmmph! Mmmmphh!" the muffled exclamations of fear came from a recently captured pirate that Byakko had just restrained with his old socks.

"Okay, the pressure point for numbing pain should be around here" said Lan who brought a needle towards the man's trembling back. "Aaaannnd...there" said Lan, who inserted the needle.

The man winced in pain for a brief second, then his face relaxed and he fell forward onto his face.

"You did it boy!" shouted Byakko.

"No I don't think so" said Lan who checked the man's vitals with a device the man had been carrying to monitor his own health "I just paralyzed some of his nerves...and may have stopped his heart...Grandpa the defibrillator!"

"I got it!" shouted Byakko who pulled out said device which had bolts of electricity arcing between the two handles.

From outside the room a blight flash of light was soon seen, followed by the whimpering of a man in pain.

"His heartbeat's back!" said Lan

"And he has delicious crispy skin!" said Byakko, who was restraining a hungry Ignis.

Safe to say afterwards, the man had to receive a great deal of treatment before being shipped out to the nearest prison. However, with each new victim, Lan got better and better at the art of acupuncture and pressure points.

After the weeks of raiding on the seas, Lan and the Jade Tigers returned to Tiger Cove with their ship laden with valuable cargo. The moment they arrived, Byakko leapt off the ship and carried off Chiyo who was waiting below.

"Okie doke" said Lan who watched his grandpa slam the door of their home shut in the far distance. "Time to play with birdies! Come on little guys!"

Lan then followed his grandpa's example and leapt off the ship onto the sand with George and Ignis following soon after.

"Tora, my backpack!" shouted Lan.

"Here you go!" shouted Tora, who threw it off the deck.

"Thank-" before Lan could finish, the backpack landed on him, and thanks to the added weight it had gained from Lan adding whatever he found interesting into it, it's weight had grown quite a bit. As a result, as the boy received its gravity accelerated mass, his knees immediately buckled and he collapsed onto his stomach, where he and his little buddies were buried by the backpack's bulging mass.

"...I'm okay!" said Lan a few moments later. The boy and his friends then dug their heads out of the backpack and popped their heads back out onto the sand, where they gazed at a pair of shiny black boots.

"Nyahahaha" laughed Nyataro as he stared down at his nephew. "Having fun Lan?"

"Hey uncle Nyataro" said Lan, who freed himself from the bag "You need me for something?"

"Yes" said Nyataro, pulling out a stack of papers "This arrived for you last week."

"My data! 'Squeee'!" Lan exclaimed in delight. He then whipped the data out of Nyataro's hands, and began to go through it at a breakneck pace, speed reading the data until he finally reached the concluding page. "Your recommended weapon is" Lan turned the page with baited breath and then read the result. He then blinked and looked up from the page, his eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, he then read the page again and his shoulders slumped in disappointment.

"A hybrid of any weapons you want except firearms?" Lan said at last, "That doesn't help narrow down my options at all!"

"It narrowed down firearms." said Nyataro.

"I already know I'm bad at those!" said Lan who crumpled up the page containing the final result. "'sigh' guess I'll just have to brainstorm on my own someti-"

'WHAM'

Lan fell flat on his face again as something crashed into the back of his head.

'kuk kuk kuk!' came the sound of a bird.

"EVvell" said Lan, whose face was still buried in the sand.

The boy then pushed his face out of the sand, spat out a hermit crab (it did pinch him, but with what Byakko makes the boy put in his mouth to increase his…mouth endurance, it didn't hurt much), and then grabbed the small bird that had crashed into his head. He then went into a sitting position and held the little bird up to his face.

"How's it going little buddy!" said Lan, cheerfully.

Edel kukked happily in response, it then regurgitated a small wriggling worm, which it offered to Lan.

"I'm good thanks" said Lan, who used a weak Aura Speak so that the little bird could understand.

Edel then swallowed the worm back down.

Lan then proceeded to stroke the little bird, but as he as doing so he noticed that there were a few patches of blood in his fluffy down.

"Hey, you're hurt!" Lan reached into his bag a pulled out some bandages, which he quickly wrapped around the little bird. "I thought you could use Aura?" said Lan, who finished the wrappings in a split second.

"It's possible that they were fighting Grimm" said Nyataro, who knelt down and looked at the bird, "They see any Grimm entering their territory as invasive and try to get them out, it's one of the reasons that the surrounding area is a bit safer. As a result, the weaker Dust Eagles are usually killed off to leave resources for the stronger ones. Your little Edel here is rather weak for a Dust Eagle, I'd say she won't live to see adulthood."

"No!" said Lan who looked at the little bird, "Not if I raise him to be stronger than the rest of them ever will be! (Aura speak activated) How's that sound little girl you want to live with me from now on?"

Edel looked at Lan, then looked up into the sky where the rest of the flock was flying. It then had a look on its face that seemed as though it was having a tough time making up its mind.

"Yeah, you will have to leave your family behind won't you" said Lan "Hmmm, hummm...Okay, well I guess you don't have to make up your mind now. But how about you roost in my house? That way you'll get good food and be able to get some training so you can grow stronger!"

Edel thought about it for a second, and then bobbed its head up and down.

"Great!" said Lan who punched the air in happiness, "See you at dinner tonight!"

He then threw little Edel towards her flock.

"Okay then" said Lan "Guess I better start brainstorming some weapon ideas now."

Lan knew that it was better to become specialized in his own unique weapon in the long run. He'd been fine using his Hodge podge mish mash of random weapons until now, but that wouldn't last long, especially if he had to fight an extremely experienced individual.

"Got to be able to keep my enemy at a distance initially, but also has to be ready for if they get close" murmured Lan. "Also, got to train my semblance, I can make a more compatible weapon if I can get it to a higher degree of mastery."

"Seems you have much to think about" said Nyataro, who eyed Lan with a happy smile on his face "But you had better see to your little friends first, they seem to have trouble getting out."

It was then that Lan remembered that George and Ignis had also been buried under his bag.

"Ahhh! sorry little guys!" said Lan who quickly pushed his bag out of the way and rescued the two struggling little ones.

The two gave a sigh of relief and then clamored into their respective pockets in Lan's backpack, where snacks were waiting for them.

"Okie doke" said Lan picking up his bag. "The raid was fun but it's time to get to work."

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2 weeks ago, home of the Blackstone alliance, the Blackstone Reefs

5 individuals were sitting in a dimly lit stone cavern at the heart of a large citadel like mountain near the sea. The smell of alcohol was strong in the air, a clear sign that all of them had been drinking heavily.

"Dammit!" shouted Lusca, who smashed a chair against a stone wall.

"Calm down Lusca" said Gaius who was sitting in the corner. "You'll bring the Grimm here, we've already had to distribute tons of free booze to keep our men's spirits up to prevent that."

"Calm down!?" shouted Lusca "How can I after we were embarrassed like that!?"

"Yeah" said Whorl, who was devouring food from a huge plate in front of him "How we'z suppos' feel better?"

"Not much we could do though" said Karcinos.

"I agree" said Ariel, in a dejected voice "Anybody here think they could have taken him on?"

All of them slowly shook their heads.

"And after we were finally going to get rid of those ********" said Lusca, who flopped down into a chair and drank heavily from a bottle. "Those Beasts were supposed to be a relic of an old age, ready to be swept up."

"But then a living legend showed up." said Gaius.

"If only he had stayed away a little longer" said Karcinos "We'd almost gotten enough lien to pay 'the makers', and then we could have gotten rid of them all without that old monster finding out."

At that moment, a door leading into the cavern flew open with 'bang' and Goldhorn walked into the room.

"And that's exactly what we're going to do" he said.

The other five stared at him a in silence for a few moments.

"Are you ******* mad?" said Lusca after a few minutes "If we do anything to them, that old-'swallow' I mean the former pirate emperor will string us up by the sinews of our heels."

"Only if he finds out though." said Goldhorn."And he won't be there forever."

"Indeed he won't" came a raspy voice from behind Goldhorn.

Out of the shadows came a man completely dressed in black, the very same man who had delivered weaponry to Jirall and Siemmens back at Dust Hole. In a flash, every weapon in the room was pointed at him.

"Who the hell is that?" said Gaius.

"Put those things down." said Goldhorn with an annoyed expression. "He's from 'the makers'."

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"The makers?!" said Karcinos, "But we didn't have the lien-"

"You guys didn't, but I did." said Goldhorn "Can't stand sharing the seas with those Beasts for another day! So I dug into my personal funds and filled the gaps."

"We have ears in many places" said the man in the black clothes. "And one of them says that the one you call Byakko will be leaving in a few weeks time, after which he will be gone for at least 6 months. It is during that time period that we will make our deliveries to you, and prepare for the cleanup afterwards. Here." the man took out multiple folders and threw one to each of the pirate captains "It is the suggested strategy that we recommend you using after your weaponry arrives. Read it."

The captains did so, and minutes later were smiling and nodding their heads.

"Worth every cent" said Goldhorn, chuckling "Worth every damn cent."

Okay, sorry it took so long, but during Christmas break, the land of Eorzea had me trapped with its tendrils of light. Starting in the next few chapters, we'll start seeing more connections with Grimm, as well as a link to the actual RWBY canon. I'll try to release more frequently, but hey it's your feedback that gives me the strength to continue and improve my story as it is with many who create their own works.

Thank you for reading my story thus far, and be confident that I shall be continuing long into the future. And for those of you who know the goal of my story writing, remember that I try to keep things as canon as possible...which means I have to abandon some story ideas here and there.

And as always, may the legacy he left behind pierce the heavens, to Monty Oum.