Niren Argent
Niren sat on the metal deck of a Bullhead, Gungnir resting on his lap and his legs dangling in the open air, below him was an Argent Knight convoy that slowly moved through the undeveloped lands of Menagerie, there was another Bullhead that was further up the line, Talia was onboard that one and loudly complaining to him about the dust filled air.
"How come Mordred needed you to play guardian for his supply trucks?" Talia asked him for what felt like the thousandth time in the three hours they had been flying, three long hours with no real need for an air escort, yet Mordred had insisted that he felt the White Fang would launch an attack on at least one of the convoys, and so, Niren had been asked to keep an eye on at least one.
"Because I can hit a fast moving target from further away than most of the door gunners on these.' He replied coolly, his eyes scanning a small cloud of dust coming in from the right of the column. Niren stood up and lifted Gungnir to his eye and sighed when he saw the cause, several dirt bikes and dune buggies with White Fang icons on them. "Eyes up people, contacts coming in at Three o'clock!" He shouted over the main channel that was in use by the Knights. Nirens stomach dropped as he held onto a strap above him and the Bullhead dropped low to the ground, both door gunners preparing the mounted miniguns, Talia's Bullhead did the same.
"At least something interesting is happening!' Talia said with a woop over their personal comms. Niren only sighed and aimed down the sights, ready to fire if the White Fang tried to get closer. 'Just another day in paradise." He muttered to himself.
Niren fired off a single round near the vehicle in the lead of the group approaching their convoy, careful to avoid actually hitting the thing, it looked about ready to break from a light breeze. "They aren't stopping Niren." Talia reported as the vehicles only spread out.
"Open fire, we aren't in the settlement and Belladonna gave us the go ahead to defend ourselves if need be." Niren replied coldly, adjusting his aim for the lead vehicle and squeezing the trigger of Gungnir, the various weapons mounted on the other vehicles in the convoy followed his lead and soon the White Fang forces were either fleeing or a string of burning wrecks.
Niren sighed before standing up and tapping the pilot's shoulder, letting him know what his plan was. "Talia, I'm going after the survivors, can't let them report this." Niren said over their comms, only getting a sigh from Talia in reply. Niren let out another sigh as he prepared for a long hunt.
Vanir Argent
Vanir carefully stepped over several corpses in a car that had been cleared before they arrived. He wanted to look out the window to the next car but a blood spatter made that impossible. He did, however, hear the sounds of fighting from beyond it.
"Sounds like a fight in the next car." Vanir said, stepping out of the way so Lirril could take up a position on the left side of the door, Vanir readied his right arm to breach the door with a simple yet effective punch. "Here we go." He said before slamming his fist into the wooden door and sending it flying forwards into the rain and one of three fighters, knocking him onto his back.
"Well well. If it isn't a bunch of team killing assholes." Vanir said nonchalantly as he stepped out into the rain and onto the open metal cart covered in various Dust crates and Atlesian Military cargo, feeling appreciative of some open air. He let his gaze linger on the two women and the lone man before him, a scowl hidden by his helmet and his arms crossed.
"Stay out of this Huntsman, Taurus is our target, not you!" The larger woman shouted over the train and the rain. Vanir chuckled as Lirril stepped out behind him, aiming her weapons at the women. "Funny thing is, We have some beef with him too, considering what he did at Beacon." Vanir replied with a growl.
Vanir lunged forwards, aiming to grapple with the second largest fighter present, the woman with the spear and shield. He wanted to eliminate the opponent with the longest reach first and decided to make the first strike, he heard the snap of Lirril's guns firing as she took aim at the smaller fighter wearing a mask and Taurus himself, aiming to keep her distance and keep them moving while Vanir dealt with the spear user.
"Smart man!" She shouted as she raised her shield and thrust it at Vanir, causing him to duck and roll to avoid being knocked backwards as well as her attempt at skewering him with her spear. Vanir let out a grunt as he got back on his feet and grabbed her spear mid thrust and pulled it towards himself, dragging its wielder briefly before she let go and allowed her newly gained momentum to slam her shield into him, knocking Vanir backward and off balance and forced him to dodge several thrusts from her spear and shield alike.
"Crap!" Vanir hissed as the spear grazed his side where the armor had been pierced by Lucas's blade previously and he saw stars from the following shield bash that he failed to avoid.
"Stay down, and let us take care of Taurus." The woman said while letting out a heavy breath. Vanir bit his tongue at her comment until he tasted blood, letting the adrenaline flow from the pain he felt and silently accepting the urge to survive.
"Ahhh…. That's the stuff." Vanir sighed as he let his Semblance start to run wild, his eyes taking on the characteristic golden hue as he stood up and regained his balance. "What?" The woman asked as Vanir lunged forwards and slammed his metal fist into her head, sending the woman backwards several steps and stunning her as Vanir began to rain blow after blow on her, fists slamming into her head and torso. Vanir felt as though time had slowed down as he avoided several desperate thrusts from her spear and stopped a shield bash dead in its tracks with his right arm, not caring about the electricity that began to arc from the large gash that the edge of the shield had left in it. "HES MINE!" Vanir roared as he forced her shield away from him and slammed his head into her own and grabbed her by the throat.
"Kassandra!" The other woman shouted over the rain as Vanir dragged her over to the side of the train and tossed her over the side. "That's one." Vanir said, trying to keep himself from laughing as more chemicals flooded through his nerves he couldn't even notice the wail coming from the masked woman before him. He did however notice the lack of wind that previously blew around the train and that Lirril had retreated to the back of the car.
"Crap." Vanir said as he quickly ducked and grabbed hold of the rail nearest to him a moment before the air exploded and a flood of rainwater slammed on top of him and the car, washing away both Adam Taurus and the masked woman.
Vanir let go of the rail and rolled over onto his back and let his Semblance start to wind down, breathing heavily while his left arm began to shake as he looked up and the sky and felt the rain on his face. "Damn." He said as he realized how much he missed having Gram already. Vanir accepted the small hand that was thrust in front of him and stood back up with a grunt.
"Thanks, when the hell did you get all that wind?" Vanir asked as Lirril wrapped his arm around her neck and helped him walk to the front of the car and began to open the door. "I started gathering it while the woman and Adam fought each other, and fell back as soon as you went in." Lirril replied while looking over at Vanir with a tired grin on her face, Vanir returned the grin as she opened the door and they stepped out of the rain and right into the barrel of a pistol aimed at them.
"Relax, we aren't White Fang." Vanir growled as he felt the pain start to return to his body. The train's remaining crew slowly lowered the basic weapons they had and moved to grab a first aid kit for Vanir's wound.
"Are the Faunus dealt with?" The man who had aimed a pistol at them asked Vanir, causing him to look at him and scowled as he saw the pristine white of the Atlas military. "Yeah, didn't you hear the fucking air burst outside? Just sent the last two of them over the side." Vanir replied, already feeling agitation at having to deal with what he assumed was either a specialist or a simple officer, though he was assuming it was the former since he didn't see any other soldiers in the engine.
The Officer glared at Vanir as he holstered his weapon and stepped out into the rain, Vanir leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, letting sleep take him.
Quinten Gris
Quiten slowly approached a shanty town on the outskirts of Mistral, taking his time so he could figure out who was manning the palisade around it. "Damn, it's the White Fang." He said with a sigh as he considered his options for getting in, the White Fang had a habit of shaking down any humans who tried to enter the city through shanty towns like this and he had hoped to not run into them. "Figures when I get some info about Vanir I find myself out of money, might have to use Ursa to force my way in, not that the authorities would care if I tore up a White Fang controlled neighborhood." Quinten said as he removed the massive shield from his back and went back to observing the wall.
"I don't see another way in…. Might as well see if they'll let me through without a fight first." Quinten said while keeping Ursa ready and stepping out of the woods and back onto the simple gravel path, keeping a smile on his face as he approached, trying to keep himself from being too intimidating. A difficult task given his height and size overall, over seven feet of pure muscle and a massive weapon caused Quinten to cast a silhouette most people shuddered in.
"Stop, there's a fine to enter through here." A guard said while placing a shaking hand up to bar Quintens path. The other guards aimed their guns at him while slowly fanning out to surround Quinten, He let out a sigh before responding.
"Look, the money is going towards making the community better, I'm sure, but I have no more on me right now. I don't suppose I could convince you to let me in for free could I?" Quinten asked, keeping his posture relaxed but also ensuring that he could use Ursa at a moment's notice.
Quinten winced as he heard the sound of rounds being chambered as the one who stopped him chuckled. "Yeah, it all goes to the community, and the only people who get through for free are the White Fang and our allies. So I don't care how but pay up." He said, dropping all pretense of ease and aiming his own weapon at Quinten.
"I wish you had just agreed to let me in without trouble." Quinten sighed as he set Ursa down and wrapped his fingers around the hilt sticking out of the top of the shield and lifted, hefting it onto his shoulder as it transformed into a colossal maul with a hateful red glow on the end of it. "Now we do this the hard way." He said calmly as he swung it in a circle around him and blew away the Faunus around him, as well as a good portion of the gate and area just beyond it when he slammed the hammer into the ground, creating a massive flaming shockwave in a cone before him.
"Well, that's that I suppose." Quinten said as he set Ursa down and popped his neck while observing the damage to the area around him. The flames from his strike hadn't caused too much damage to the town but it had caused most the people just beyond the wall to flee in terror.
"I should go." Quinten said while making a face that showed his worry about having caused that kind of damage.
Oscar Pine/Ozpin
Oscar sat on the comfortable seat of the train, trying to wrap his head around the events that led to him leaving the farm and the fear he felt when the voice who called himself Ozpin warned him about Hazel, to say he was afraid was an understatement.
He was terrified.
Oscar's train of thought was broken however, when he heard two people talking as they walked past him toward a booth further ahead of his own.
"I'm just saying, they have no right to act like you had anything to do with the White Fang attacking that train when there was an entire car full of dust on board." A woman said as she passed by, followed by a large Faunus with tattered clothes and heavily damaged armor.
"That's just how things are in Mistral and Atlas Lirril, you know that." The man replied coldly, clearly not pleased with whatever had happened to him. Oscar felt a sense of familiarity at the sound of their voices but particularly the name the man had said.
"Go and speak with them once we get moving." Ozpin stated calmly from within Oscars head. "What am I supposed to say? There's a voice in my head named Ozpin who says he knows you two?" Oscar muttered in response as he began to see memories that weren't his own of the two of them standing in front of his desk, no Ozpins desk at Beacon Academy, them and two others who currently weren't with them.
"Yes, though, I don't expect you to do this without the means to convince them." Ozpin replied while feeding Oscar more information about the both of them that only Ozpin would know. "Now, go introduce us." Ozpin said cheerfully.
Oscar stood up and slowly approached the pair's booth as the train began to move forwards towards Mistral and listened to their argument as he got closer.
"Qrow better still be there, I didn't almost die taking care of one threat only to get left behind because of one train jacking gone wrong." The man, Vanir Argent Oscar remembered, said angrily as he set his feet up on the seat across from him.
"I'm sure he is, I heard from an airship pilot that someone who looks like him was rescued from the wilds with a group of teens and being treated for poison of all things." Lirril replied with a yawn as she leaned against his shoulder and closed her eyes to sleep.
Oscar stopped in his tracks as Vanir's ears twitched and his head snapped up to stare right at him, Oscar felt a shiver run down his spine as he met Vanirs gaze but continued to walk up to him. "H-hello, Mr. Argent, I've been told to a-ask how your… arm is treating you?" Oscar managed to stutter a greeting to the man as he felt the intensity of his stare.
"How do you know about my arm?" Vanir asked, motioning for Oscar to take a seat while also taking his legs off the seat in front of him, Oscar noticed that Lirril had also woken up at their brief exchange of words.
"It's a long story." Oscar said as he sat down.