AN

I don't own this stuff part two, electric boogaloo.


"Goodness me! You ARE an alien! From space! Fascinating! Brilliant! Brilliantly Fascinating!" The green haired man was a tad too close for comfort. The mercenary took a rather conspicuous step back as the man continued spouting words at a mile a minute. He was wearing more formal attire, a collared shirt half tucked in suggested either laziness or more likely a constant state of distractedness. He was also waving his hands around to go with his ravings.

The mercenary peeked down the beach, which is where he assumed this odd character had originated, but was instead treated to some sort of VTOL airship descending from quite high up. He looked back to the sloppily dressed man, still going on about life from other worlds, and was immediately on high alert. The evidence strongly implied he had dismounted the approaching VTOL while it was still nearly twenty to twenty-five meters off the ground. Definitely a potential threat. Then, rather abruptly he admitted, the VTOL was smashed into at high speed by a figure cloaked in red.

This was a bad situation and getting rapidly worse. The being that had throttled the crew of Safe Travels and forced him to crash on one side, and on the other, a distinctly more quiet green haired man.

"I don't suppose that's an alien friend of yours?" green hair inquired. The mercenary grunted and adopted a fighting stance the best he could without a sword. Most of the more dangerous pieces of his arsenal, like the brilliant behemoth and oddly shaped glass were not on him at the moment. When arriving back on the Safe Travels after the events of the moon's complete annihilation, he had used metamorphosis to stash a lot of his trinkets on a separate body, like he was going to do before, until his plan went to complete shit.

Activating his royal capacitor again, a crash of lighting slammed into the position of his mysterious assailant. The other man reacted quickly to his assault, moving in on the red-shrouded attacker with inhuman speed and a flamethrower. Before the dust had settled, however, a shadowy clone came tearing out of the cloud and slammed it's blade against his flamethrower, sending the man skidding back to where he started.

Not one to be on the defensive, the mercenary initiated one of his signature near light speed dashes, ending with a brutal kick to the main attacker's gut. The kick was immediately followed by a point blank capacitor blast. He saw one glowing yellow eye widen with surprise as lighting scorched their location. The mercenary dashed back out of the dust cloud and stood facing his enemy. Unfortunately and unsurprisingly he escaped with just a mildly singed cloak, but even that could have just been soot from the crash. He was outmatched at the moment.

The being addressed the mercenary in a deep voice, it rumbled and echoed despite the sounds of battle between it's shade and the unknown man behind him. "Your kind have brought doom to a star system before," It spoke, "I shall not allow it again."

A halo like light appeared above the being's head, and it's sword began glowing a blazing orange. Thrusting it into the ground, a massive eruption of flame sprouted all around him and the mercenary. Frantically dodging, he made full use of his cybernetic enhancement to escape with relatively minor burns. Glancing to his left arm, he observed that it had been burnt nearly to a crisp, before being healed almost immediately by his medkits. The arm now sported only second degree burns, and he had dealt with worse. The sword wielding being, in an instance which could have only been teleportation, materialized directly in front of him, and the only reason he wasn't bisected was the telltale white flash of a teddy bear activating. This however, didn't stop the mercenary from being catapulted further down the beach, kicking up sand and metal debris as he skipped twice like a stone on water before grinding to a stop.

The being again regarded the mercenary as he stood up from a beating that would have killed a regular man. "You remind me of the other fool that deigned to steal from my planet."

"Your words mean nothing to me." The mercenary responded.

"Then you know not even, of the death that was stashed aboard your vessel?" It seemed perturbed.

"I wished only for escape from your wretched planet." He bit out.

"Bah, my search will stop at nothing. Surely another member of your vessel holds what I need." The telltale sign of a portal to the Void Fields opened around the alien, "I shall return for you after my mission is complete to repay you for the death of my sibling." It vanished back into the Fields as a large clump of metal and sand surrounded in a purple aura slammed into it's location.

Whirling around on his heel, the mercenary spotted green-hair leaning on his flamethrower panting and seemingly without injury impressively enough. He had been joined by a woman wielding a… riding crop, it seemed. She was dressed as a librarian for the most part, with the baffling addition of a black cape inlaid with purple. She did not seem even remotely happy, and a piercing glare was directed squarely at him. The riding crop snapped up to point directly at him. The mercenary was put on edge again until the hostile gesture was followed by a scolding.

"You! Have you any idea what trouble you have caused? The academy is opening for the school year in a month, and we're already behind schedule enough! Now you have staff being dragged down here instead of doing their work!" She reprimanded.

"Ah, sorry?" He was not expecting an irate teacher of all things. He was sure that last attack came from her too. Just what kind of school did she work at? More importantly, he thought, glancing over at the woods, he could perhaps still make a break for it and progress with his original plan.

A hand came down and strongly clasped his shoulder. "Don't even think about it! You will be reporting with me to the headmaster. This destruction will not be taken lightly young..." Her brows furrowed as she gave him a look up and down, "Man? Anyways you are coming with professor Oobleck and I." She wagged a finger in his face at the last statement.

Frustration bagan to boil in his stomach. He finally escaped the planet, then immediately failed to save the crew of Safe Travels, and now that he has the means to figure out what exactly in the fuck is going on, he was going to be whisked away to a school for what, flamethrower wielding, oddly dressed warriors? He pushed the librarian's hand off his shoulder, "I am not going anywhere until I get to the bottom of who stole the crew off my ship and why, so if you would kindly get the hell out of my way, I'll be off this backwater world in no time." He growled out then added, "It'll be like I was never here."

The librarian just ended up looking more pissed than she already was. "Like you weren't here? Like you didn't destroy kilometers of beach and forest by falling from the sky, then doing battle with an equally destructive being on the beach?"

That punched through his frustration as he observed for the upteenth time the state of his surroundings. It was never his intention to absolutely glass a small portion of the land, but it came hand in hand with crashing a ship from orbit, and could still have been worse if the Safe Travels hadn't broken up on reentry. He winced at the implication.

"That second one wasn't entirely my fault."

"Oh, so you didn't steal something from that thing you were fighting?"

"Y'know, you're taking to this whole alien thing quite well." He grumbled.

"Don't change the subject."

The mercenary scowled under his helmet. Truly he wasn't sure what the alien had accused the Safe Travels of stealing. He was pretty sure while powerful, the items he collected during his stint on the planet weren't solar system annihilating threats. Couldn't be the artefacts either, otherwise the being would have just targeted him exclusively. Damn, what was he missing here?

"I didn't know anything about a theft," he admitted. The woman looked unconvinced for the most part, but there wasn't really a way or reason to convince her of his innocence at the moment. "Truthfully, I'm not sure why I was being hunted at all."

"Why crash your ship then? Surely you and the crew could have fought off that lone assailant of yours?" She pressed.

The mercenary was going to rebuke that there most certainly was more than one, but the two were interrupted by who he now knew as 'Oobleck.'

"Sorry Glynda, and…" he trailed off for a second before snapping out of it, "It's most likely in all our best interest to get going promptly." He gestured over the mercenary's shoulder. Looking back, a mob of civilians and rather unhappy police were on their way back to the scene of the crash.

A rock and a hard place huh? Dashing off into the woods in full sight of law enforcement while being hounded by these two strange combatants (the word 'hunters' seemed to click now). Being unable to access any form of nearby civilization, stranded, and with no allies seemed like a bad move to make. Playing nice it was then, which meant seeing what this school was all about. Maybe it had some sort of system to access the black box? He could only hope at this point. Briefly, the idea of slaughtering his way across the planet to achieve his objective crossed his mind, but it was quickly and shamefully buried. This wasn't Petrichor Five, these weren't openly hostile people, and he was not a monster.

"Alright," he said after a moment, "I'll give you guys a shot."

Glynda gave a 'Hm' of satisfaction before calling back the VTOL out of the woods with a holographic device he wasn't quite familiar with. Surprisingly, the only damage the vehicle suffered was a small-ish indent on the side of the hull. Either it was durable or... he glanced at Glynda pensively, unseen under his helmet. The trio clambered into the ship swiftly and soon were over the forest heading towards the city.

The green haired professor scooted closer to the mercenary, huge grin on his face and both hands on a thermos. "So my new alien friend, what do we call you?"

The mercenary searched his memory for his name, but it had been lost before even the events of Petrichor Five. He usually just went by his admittedly fitting nickname. "Just call me Blue," he shrugged.

"Well then, Blue," The professor was uncomfortably close now, "How exactly can you speak our language?"

The mercenary moved away from the man again in what was quickly becoming a habit.

"The language is just the standard dialect used across colonies. My guess is you guys are some sort of lost outpost. Seems unlikely that humans would evolve entirely separate a second time somewhere else." Blue gave the best explanation he could. Mercenary work did not tend to lead him anywhere near speculation on the origin of life. He was however learned enough to know it was more likely this civilization started as some kind of colonization project, perhaps before the war in 2019.

"So, your human then? You certainly don't appear to be one, if you don't mind me saying." Oobleck commented.

"Well, I started that way anyways. There was an ordeal I went through before the crash that I had to... " he reached down and touched his goat hoof, "well, I had to adapt to, to put it plainly."

Silence reigned over the cabin now. Oobleck had realised from Blue's somber mood that the subject was not to be touched just yet. Strange and fascinating the visitor to Remnant may be, Oobleck could at least be considerate of the man's feelings on the matter.

"How about this," Blue spoke up, "You tell me about those Grimm things you have here, and I'll fill everyone in about what I know concerning the UES Safe Travels when we all get together at this school of yours."

Oobleck was immediately reinvigorated by the idea of teaching an alien about Remnant, and launched into a crash course on grimm. Apparently, they were creatures of literal darkness that could smell and feed on fear among other negative emotions. Negative emotion that his crashing of the Safe Travels no doubt caused. Great. He also began talking about dust, a magic crystal of some sort that came in different elements and could be applied to weaponry. Which led to the origin story of humanity on the planet, which led to background on Faunus which just kept fucking going until Blue couldn't physically keep up. Luckily, Glynda was the one to save him, pointing out their nearness to the school, 'Beacon Academy.'

"Bullshit, that's a castle."

"Language, please," she bristled, "and while it may appear rather grandiose, I assure you it is an institution of learning and training." She stated with a bit of pride.

"Was your institution of learning expecting to be placed under siege?" He remarked dryly.

"No. The headmaster will answer any more of your brilliant observations or questions when we see him in his office." She moved her glare to the window of the vehicle, and he watched as it turned from anger to a mild bafflement.

"I apologize, it seems you will be meeting him earlier than I expected."

Moving from his seat next to Oobleck, Blue peered out the window next to Glynda. There was a grey haired man dressed with a green coat and purple scarf. He stared Blue directly in the eyes from a good distance away from the academy's landing pad. A shiver crawled down his spine; the same feeling he got when he walked too close to the Bazaar's shopkeep, or when he faced off against Mithrix on the moon. The feeling wasn't necessarily bad, the Bazaar Between Time was a very safe place, but the shopkeeper was mysterious, old, and more substantial than what was shown by the facade of an old lizard. He moved away from the window and reclaimed his position next to Oobleck. Hopefully, he was looking at a humble overseer, and not a vengeful tyrant

He didn't want to kill another king.


AN

Well I'm a bit into Volume I and I'm not too impressed so far. Characterization is nothing mind blowing and the animation is definitely fan made, but I think my biggest issue is the racism subplot. Not executed well so far in my humble opinion. The fight scenes are something to behold though. Didn't know Monty worked on them until I looked up some info on the wiki, so I'm definitely excited for more of those.

Excited to take a crack at more characters being introduced. Hopefully I wrote Oobleck well, his is a fun archetype to write in my opinion, and I think a logical hunter to be first on the scene concerning something otherworldly.

Thanks for reading,

DeadManDreaming