Hello everyone and all, Melody here with another chapter. This chapter will focus on Six so Leon will not appear in this chapter. If that disappoints anyone, don't worry because the next chapter will be all about Leon. This chapter might be somewhat M rated and honestly I might soon change the rating of the story because of some stuff I have planned for later chapters. Other than that I don't have much to say here so let's get to it.
Sincerely, Melody
Six's P.O.V.
As we started our attack, the compass of my H.U.D. marked out all hostiles. Problem was, there was fewer hostiles than the number of people that could be placed in these trucks. According to Gilford, there were around eighty people that were loaded up into them. Altogether there were only around twenty-six hostiles. The first one I saw I quickly fired at with Dinnerbell. The man couldn't even react as a gaping hole appeared in his chest. Problem was, the guy didn't have any visible Faunus traits. He didn't even have the White Fang logo on his shirt or nothin'. On the guy's uniform was a patch with an ivory vulture on it that was picking the bones of a corpse.
Not paying it much attention, I pumped the shotgun and continued. One guy leaned out from behind and truck and fired at me with an SMG. I quickly ducked behind the truck I was near and let it take the brunt of the attacks. The sound of electrical explosions filled the air as I saw Gilford letting out a volley of grenades. Around fifteen feet away from him, Eirwin was firing Banshee at the men coming out of the trucks. Flynn had his bots activated and was smashing into his foes with ease. Porifio and Meonoquanee were just providing suppressive fire.
Over the hail of bullets and explosions, I could hear faint screaming coming from inside the truck. It didn't sound like adults though, more like scared kids and teens. I scowled and activated a dose of Turbo. Quickly blitzing around, I appeared beside the guy firing at me. Pressing Dinnerbell to his temple, I pulled the trigger. Blood splattered on the truck and myself. Zipping around, I dashed to the back of the truck and ripped open the doors. Inside was a group of around ten with their arms and legs in shackles. The youngest looked to be around five and the oldest looked sixteen. It was a mixture of Faunus and Humans. The moment they looked at me with fear in their eyes and let out a horrific scream. It tore me up as I saw the younger ones crying while the older ones shielded them, expecting me to kill them right here and now. Then I got pissed off by these dirty sonsabitches for taking these kids and treatin'em like this.
Bringing the walkie talkie up, I screamed into it. "Gilford! Stop firing grenades! There are kids in the back of some of these trucks!"
"What?!" I heard him and Flynn reply as bullets zipped past me.
"I am looking into the back of one of these trucks and I see ten kids!" I shouted as I ducked for cover while slamming the door shut.
"Shit, alright then. Our mission has changed from search and destroy to a rescue mission." Flynn informed everyone. "Gilford, I need you to stop firing and stand down. Porifio, Six, you guys check all of the trucks while I distract the rest of the hostiles. Eirwin, you provide covering fire. Meonoquanee, you call in a few Bullheads."
"Copy that." We all replied then the comms went silent.
The bastard shooting at me stopped for a few seconds but that was enough time as I activated another dose of Turbo and dashed over to him. I watched in slow-motion as the guy was attempting to reload his gun. He looked over to me slowly while dropping his gun. As the Turbo wore off, I grabbed him by his neck with my hands. The mask the guy was wearing was made of thick black plastic material with white stitches over the mouth while the eyes had thick glass lenses.
Behind us, the sounds of gunshots slowly faded as I stared into the guy's eyes through the lenses. I could see the fear in his golden eyes as I strangled him. With a scowl growing on my face, I smashed the guy into the truck we were beside. Then I did it again, and again, and again. His eyes rolled back into his head as I noticed the large blood splatter on the truck. Dropping his limp body I looked around the battlefield. It appeared that Flynn was still the biggest target for the people as they ignored everyone else and focused fire on him. Eirwin just picked people off with her rifle as I saw Porifio moving towards the trucks and checking the backs of them. I let out a sigh and moved to check the truck I was by. This one didn't have any screaming coming from it so I thought it might be empty.
I was wrong.
As I opened the back of the truck a fearsome stench struck me. Reaching up, I covered my nose. It honestly smelled like a Legion slave camp with blood and bodily fluids and kerosine. Taking a peek into the back of the truck and I just felt myself get angrier. Sitting in the back of the truck, in a cage and chained up and gagged, was an emaciated young woman with bright reddish-pink hair. She looked like she was in her twenties if I had to guess but it was hard to tell without seeing her face. She was covered in dried blood and appeared to have scars all over her body with only simple scraps of fabric covering her indecent regions. On her head was a single broken horn while the other one looked similar to a cat ear. Lazily she looked up at me with dull navy blue eyes and I saw a scar across her throat. It was jagged and appeared to have been sewn back rather shoddily. The fact this girl was alive baffled me and all she did was smile at me. A sardonic and mocking smile as she started to cough up blood.
I barely heard her lowly whisper something so I walked over and knelt down to hear her better. What she said surprised me. "Help the others… Please…" Her voice was barely there and it was extremely strangled as she started to cough up more blood but still smiled mockingly. I saw flashes of a similar scene in my head. Cass strung up with the Legion at all sides, her beaten and bloodied.
Reaching up, I quickly snapped the locks of her chains and caught her before she fell to the ground. She was shivering something fierce so I took off my heavy duster and wrapped her up in it. I took a handkerchief out of one of my pouches and wiped the blood from her mouth. I took out the last dose of Med-X I had and injected it into her arm. Her eyes widened for a moment before she passed out. Even while past out her smile remained and I focused my hearing so I could hear her breathing. Once her breathing evened out I started looking around the back of the truck I saw a large amount of chems, weapons, ammunition, and explosives.
"Six, report." I heard Flynn's voice over my walkie talkie.
Reaching over I picked it up and held it close. "I'm in the back of their primary supply truck. They have a good amount of chems and such. There's also an unconscious woman, appears to be in her twenties and is heavily emaciated. I'll need Porifio over here once the fighting stops."
I heard a slight growl come from the other end before Flynn spoke up. "Copy that, stay with her until the fighting stops. She might be important or dangerous to whoever these people are if she was alone."
"Roger that Sir." I replied then sat down with my back to the crates and a gaze fixed on the doors.
I'm not quite sure how long I sat there but eventually, the fighting stopped and Porifio opened the back of the truck. He seemed to be just as disgusted by the stench as I was before he climbed in. Taking out his medic's kit he started to get to work checking the woman's vitals, paying no mind to me thankfully. I just kept thinking back to Cass.
I thought back to a long time ago when Boone was still alive and we were going on a rescue mission. Cass had been taken by some Legion scouts in the middle of the streets of Freeside while she was blackout drunk. The only reason we found out was because Julie sent one of the Followers to the Lucky 38 to inform me of what happened. Instantly we were up and going, myself and Boone with Rex faithfully following at my heels. We investigated for a couple of days and discovered an old Legion outpost about ten miles southeast of Cottonwood cover. Word was that remnants of the Legion were still taking people there to be slaves and someone had seen a woman matching Cass' description was being dragged by chains by a group of fifteen Legionaries.
We traveled there as fast as we could and when we arrived we took camp half a mile away. Boone watched the movement of the troops as I got a makeshift bomb ready with duct tape and micro fusion cells. Relaying some information, Boone told me how Cass was stripped down and chained to a cross that was erected in a large pile of wood scrap and mattresses. When he told me that someone had started to light torches I threw the bomb I was building to the ground and started to rush the camp with the Survivalist's Rifle. Rex followed while Boone yelled at me that we had to think of a plan but I had ignored him. The first two went down easy as I used V.A.T.S. to blow their heads off.
The total there was larger than the fifteen seen, there were easily over thirty people there but I didn't care as I fired upon them with grim retribution. Some had nerves of steel while some of the others that saw me panicked and fled as fast as they could. Rex jumped at one of them and ripped out the bastard's throat. A couple of others were downed by Boone as he shot from a distance with his anti-material rifle. Once I took a look over to Cass and saw her beaten and covered in open wounds. All she did was give me a sardonic smirk before her head fell and she stared at the ground.
The rest of the camp was slaughtered as we mercilessly ripped them apart. Not a single man was able to escape our wrath as anyone who attempted was either ripped limb from limb by Rex or had their insides turned into their outsides by Boone. Once they were all dead I rushed over to the cross and took Cass down. She coughed up blood but chuckled lightly as she looked up to me. She muttered something and I strained myself to hear but before she could say it again she started to cough up more blood. I attempted to use some Stim-paks and Med-X but they did nothing. Her wounds were too great for the chems to work. I tried everything I could but it didn't work. I screamed out in anger as I started to punch the ground when she died and once Boone got over to me, he simply grimaced and looked to the ground. Rex whimpered and tried to console me but it didn't help. All I felt was anger and then, I simply felt nothing but a crushing emptiness.
We took her back to Vegas over the next few days and eventually buried her out in the back of the Lucky 38 where some fresh grass still existed. We couldn't make a tombstone or anything so I made a cross out of wood scrap and carved her name into it. That was a heavy day for all of us but it ignited something in me and I decided it was my job to hunt down any remnants of the Legion. It led to too many deaths that were pointless.
"Hey Six, you okay?" I was pulled out of my head by Porifio's voice as he looked over to me. He had a concerned look on his face and I simply shook my head.
"No, I'm not. Human trafficking gets to me." I replied and stood up.
Porifio nodded. "Understandable considering what you told us. If you need to take a minute, the others are outside with all of the kids. Gilford might have some smokes if you need one." He explained as he looked back at his current patient.
"That sounds like a good idea. I prefer chew but it'll work." I informed him then exited the truck. "Funny a doctor is recommendin' smokin' to someone." I chuckled lightly to myself.
"I'm not a doctor!" Porifio shouted from inside the truck which caused me to laugh more.
Looking around, I spotted the others with the group of kids. The Bullheads still hadn't arrived but the others seemed to be helping the kids and comforting the younger ones. Walking over to them, I stopped as I heard a voice.
"You saved these people but it doesn't redeem us…" It sounded like a whisper as I looked around to see who said it. The voice was familiar but not, kind of my voice but different somehow. I sounded younger and less heavy. "Our punishment is due any day now Six…" The voice whispered again and I again looked around for the source but found nothing. "You should rest, for now, we have a long road ahead…" The voice said one last time before the world started to blacken and I slipped from consciousness.
Normal P.O.V.
The others were talking when they heard a dull thud come from the truck Six and Porifio were in. Quickly Flynn readied his claws and walked over only to see Six face down in the snow. Porifio stuck his head out of the truck and swore when he saw Six on the ground. Flynn rushed over to see what was wrong but noticed that Six was simply sleeping, already snoring like a bear.
"What happened to him?" Flynn questioned his medic who shrugged.
"I have no clue, he was just leaving the truck because he didn't feel all that well with this shit, bad memories. He was going to get a cigarette from Gilford then I heard the thud." The medic explained as he exited the truck and cracked his back. "How soon will the Bullheads be here? The woman here is in serious need of proper medical attention."
"Ten minutes, try to do what you can until then. If needed, you can use your Semblance but don't overdo it." Flynn ordered which got a salute from Porifio. Leaning down Flynn attempted to pick up Six but he was heavier than his thin build let on. Gilford ran over and easily picked up Six.
As Gilford dragged Six over to the other one of the younger kids ran over to Flynn and tugged on his sleeve. When he looked down he saw a kid with red hair and purple eyes. "Is my Mama okay?" He asked.
"Who is your Mama?" Flynn asked as he knelt down to be at eye level with the boy who looked around five.
"The lady in that truck. Her name is Carmine." He answered and pointed to the truck Porifio and the young woman was in.
Flynn smiled despite the information Porifio told him. "She'll be fine. She has the best doctor in the world helping her out right now so don't you worry Little Mister." He explained softly to the boy who nodded and gave a brave face before running back to the others.
Flynn sighed deeply then watched the skies as he waited for the Bullheads to arrive. They would've taken in one of the traffickers for questioning but the last one blew his head off before he could be captured. Reaching to his belt he pulled out a flare gun and fired it in the air. Even though they gave their coordinates to the pilots, the flare gun would still be of some help considering the snowfall was picking up. Noting down the number of kids and teens there were around fifty of them. Just by looking at them it was easy to tell they were all malnourished and some were in desperate need of medical attention.
When the Bullheads arrived they were all loaded up and made their way back to Atlas where Ironwood was waiting for them. As they traveled Flynn talked to various people to get information on the group that had abducted them. According to one of the older victims, the organization was called the Bonepickers. They ran an underground slave-trade and the previous leader had been murdered in cold blood by the current leader. The leader was called Father, he was evidently a scientist that found great joy in the suffering of others. No one knew where he came from but he appeared one day and took over. The only real description he could get was that the man was pale.
Flynn scowled as he noted everything down. One thing that piqued his curiosity was that Father had a wrist-mounted computer like Six. He wasn't sure how it happened but someone came from the Wastes. If it was in a manner similar to Six he could ask him once the cyborg woke up. According to Six though the only method of travel had exploded shortly after he appeared on Remnant. Contemplating what to do he went and sat by the bench where Six was asleep. The more he thought about it, the more Flynn realized that Six probably hasn't slept in a while. Flynn just leaned back in his seat and sighed, it was going to be a long flight and he had plenty to think about now.
Dun dun duuuuuuun! Who could Father be?! What could this mean for the story?! Should I shut the hell up because it's obvious that Father is the Sole Survivor?! I hope everyone enjoyed it and I hope it didn't seem too M rated. I'm not even sure if it could be considered that but still. Anyway, let's get to the reviews.
ILikeHotDogs: Happy you didn't see any errors, let me know if you saw any in this one!
VGBlackwing: Now I don't want to come off as rude but the review came off as disjointed and was kind of hard to read for me but I think I understand what you meant. Six and Leon do have clashing ideals and it will be shown off better in the chapters when they finally meet. One thing they share in common though is that no matter what, evil should be punished in their eyes but they go to different extremes of the spectrum. I think I've portrayed that with this chapter and the previous ones with how Leon explained his ideology. No need to apologize for ranting, I always find it fascinating to learn what another person is thinking so if you'd like to have a discussion on this, please send me a private message because I'll happily talk about anything like that.
Kpmh2001: I was originally going to use it more like Bloodbending from Avatar but fuck it, I'll do that now and make it more like Bloodbourne because that'll be fun to write. I agree that RWBY was built on good fights and while I'm not the biggest fan of the show now and days, I do think some of the fights from the earlier seasons still look cool and I'll try not to ruin any fights where Leon uses his Semblance, next chapter will actually have a fight where he uses it so I hope you enjoy it.
Anyway, as I said before I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter. Please leave a review and let me know what y'all think because I'm always curious about your opinions on my work. Have a good evening, day, afternoon, so on so forth. See y'all in the next chapter!