I will keep introductions short so hello, my name is Ysbot and this is going to be an attempt at a Rwby Fanfiction. this is an oc story but will be set around the time that the main show does. Also you may be tired of hearing this, but English is not my main language, so i kindly ask for any help regarding spelling mistakes you may find. I am aware that my writing isn't quite "great" but i promise to improve. Thank you for stopping by and lets start.

"Status"

"Target still in sight"

"Still waiting?"

"Seems so"

"Ten more minutes, then I'm calling it off for tonight. I'm guessing you must be pretty tired by now"

"no sir, no issues here, i can stay longer if you ne-

"no need, I'd rather have you get some rest and be ready for tomorrow, update me if something happens and get ready to leave"

"Yes sir"

As the call ends i sigh, while I was starting to get tired waiting on a roof for the last couple hours, I was still more than capable on seeing this to the end. How many times had I done this kind of thing now? And yet they still treat me this way because of my age. Though when thinking about it, can't really blame them, 16 is quite young to be doing special ops missions for the military.

Running a hand through my white hair, I think about how I would have to remind them when i get back, that i had more training than even some of them.

The sound of voices quickly got my attention though.

"It seems intel was right after all" I muttered under my breath.

Looking down into the alley I had been survailing, I saw the guy I had been watching the last three hours, speaking to someone new, the man that had appeared was dressed quite lousy, wearing only cargo pants and a basic hoodie, he gave of that typical low rank thug. The man seemed to be talking pretty fast, sounding almost nervous. Though that is to be understood, our activity in the area had not gone completely unnoticed, so it would make sense for the criminals around here to be watching their backs carefully.

Seeing the two men walk inside a nearby building I pull my radio out and start to report.

"Target has arrived and has gone inside" I say over the line.

"Understood, we're sending a squad immediately" a voice replied.

"I can get the target quickly if you wan-" I ask.

"Negative, come back to base, you've earned some rest" the voice over the line interrupted.

I sigh once more "understood, leaving now" getting up from my position I walk towards a neaby ladder to get back down to the street.

Except for the hours I usually work, this job/my life is all In all quite alright, but if I could change one thing, it would be the amount of action I got to participate in. I seem to always get pulled out at the last second, despite my success rate in the couple of handfuls combat situations I have been in.

But I guess that's life when you specialize in "just" gathering intelligence for the military.


I was sold as a child.

Not to some criminal or slave owner, no.

To the Atlas military.

This happened as part of a very short lived program the Atlas government attempted to try and "help" poor families who knew they weren't able to provide the bare necessities for their young children. In this case a parent could in short "sell" their children to the military in exchange for direct support from the government. Of course a lot of poor people saw this as an easy way to get their hands on some money, so they were quick to give up a child or two for the chance of short luxury.

This project only lived for a couple of months after details about what happened to the children got out to the public. A lot of "self-righteous" people got mad at the government to basically draft baby's into the army. Also stuff like a politician getting quoted saying that they supported the idea because then they wouldn't sacrifice "real Atlesian citizens" didn't help. Unfortunately most children were already to far gone to properly be placed back into society, and therefor were not able to return to the public.

So while a 16 year old with more than a decades military training and experience might sound illogical, there were a small number of people who could claim that to be true. Though most children who were "drafted" didn't survive as long as myself…

But the ones who did had to be kept out of the public eyes for political reasons and therefor a lot were assigned roles that would keep their identity away, roles such as snipers, pilots, and yes, intel gathers like myself. And while not the most exciting part of the military it was one of the most important, and often overlooked part of any military.

I've had a lot of different missions in my time, and while a lot of children and young adults may be more drawn the civil life, or even the adventures of the huntsmen, I could honestly not see myself in any other role than the one I already have. In my time in the intel gather special ops (or I.G.S.O) I had done a lot good work, work that had impressed people in the higher ops, work that would begin to see me get some more… under the wraps kinds of things.

I would begin to see some new task required of me.


"I wonder why I'm here" I say over the radio. I was currently sitting in a tree in the middle of a northern mistral forest, overlooking a terrorist compound.

A voice responds on the other side of the radio "I know that feeling man, It's one of life's greatest mystery-"

"Wait what? I meant why do I always have to be in such weird locations when scooping" I said, confused about the direction the person over the line was taking this conversation.

"Oh… well nobody's gonna spot you up in that tree when its dark" they only respond.

"It's the white fang" I deadpan "you know, the faunas group, with only faunas… faunas that can see in the dark" getting slightly annoyed at whoever I was talking to

"Listen I'm not the one that suggested that part, someone talked about having the high ground so this was the first place we thought you could hide"

I was going to have a long chat with whoever thought that putting the owl faunas in the tree was a funny, 'cause I already know that's the reason.

Oh yeah, I had mentioned that right? I was an owl faunas

Owl faunas are quite rare, most people believe this to be because of the great war.

You see, owl faunas have an impressive sight, even by faunas standard. So it was believed that a lot of owl faunas were used as scouts and part of the groups that formed the frontlines on the faunas side.

So while owl faunas have a great gift, it was also the biggest reason for their rarity now a days.

And while my eyesight is pretty damn great (especially considering my work) owl faunas also tend to have a bit of a weak nose. Still better than humans but lacking when compared to other faunas species.

And to go along with the perks and flaws, a nice pair of very small ears, though ears may be the wrong term. Its more like to small feathery flaps on the top of my head. No idea where the feathers come from, I can tell you that I certainly don't have feathers anywhere else on me, but there you go.

Focusing back to the reason I was in a tree, I look back down at the white fang compound.

While most would be asleep at this time of night, the compound was filled with life. People moving about in every direction, doing various different things, though most seem to be working on loading up a lot of gear in their trucks. The reason that I was here. We had gotten word that the fang were about to make a big move in supplies and arms. But unfortunately something must have gone wrong, as by the time I had a clear vision of them, they were already getting close to move a lot sooner than first reported.

A part of my mission was to sabotage some of the trucks, but with the new time limit, I was only able to do some small things against the fang.

The white fang. Once a peaceful organization meant to show the world that the differences we all have are insignificant in determining our importance. Though this hopeful message unfortunately fell on deaf ears for the most part. This Is what lead the group to adapt more drastic measures in order to be properly heard. These actions included boycotting racist businesses and patrolling certain areas of cities to protect the faunas inhabitants. But unfortunately this was all some humans needed to see to think the faunas were slowly gearing up for battle. More and more inflations on both sides eventually led to the fang feeling forced to begin violent attacks.

This was the last straw that humans needed to start labelling them as terrorists.

Myself, i believe them to be in the wrong. Despite my faunas heritage, this may be due to my upbringing in the atlas military, but I know one thing.

I could not blame them. They were forced out to this point, and I never fully liked having to fight them.

The sound of a trucks horn drew me from my thoughts. Looking back down, I saw that they were mostly done packing, and were getting ready to move.

This was my que.

"This is agent Fair reporting. The fang are starting the transports" I report over the radio

"Roger that Fair, we are ready to intercept them when they leave. Have you planted the bomb on the truck in the front?" another person than before asked

"Yes sir" I had been instructed to plant a bomb on the truck in front to make a short distraction that would stop the rest, from there the rest of our soldiers would attack.

I wish I didn't have to be responsible for the death there was sure to come.

"Good, get back to the rendezvous and wait for pickup, over"

I huff, once again not allowed to join in on the fun parts. I was starting to get slightly restless.

"Well, I should probably get out of here before the fireworks starts" I mutter to myself as I get down from the tree I was hiding in.

As I touch the ground I heard the explosion that I was responsible for. Hearing the panicked screams from my fellow faunas, I had to remind myself that I wasn't the one who decided some of them had to die. No

I was just following orders.

Alright then. This was a short introduction chapter to the story i will try and tell. I would like to mention right now that even though "Fair" has a lot of training, due to his upbringing, he will NOT be op. A lot of his recent training has revolved around gathering information, this includes stuff like interrogation, stealth, wiring Etc. he does have a pretty high rank for his age, but again he has been trained since childhood, and not that many of his skills revolve around fighting. he can still more than carry his own, but he is still behind some others like Winter Schnee.

Thank you all for Reading, i hope it was alright.