A/N: Thanks go out to Selene Sokal and his fic, By Steel and Starlight, which helped inspire this work. If you haven't read it go give a look. It is really good. This fic is not a prequel to his, its only inspired by.

You may also be wondering about Blake's name; I wanted the Faunus to feel like they have their own culture, naming conventions and actually feel like a separate distinct people. Their naming convention is their Family Name first, followed by clan then given name. The 'Ist' in their name is their way of saying 'I am from' or 'Of this place.' Much like the German 'Von.'

Chapter Two: The White Fang

Ruby Rose loved ships, she loved everything about them and every type. From three-man fighters and interceptors to the behemoth dreadnaughts and carriers. Ruby was never happier than when she was exploring, learning or working on a spacecraft. It was exactly because of this love of ships she wished that she was allowed to explore every inch of the Muninn more often.

Sadly, permission was a rare event and it was always begrudgingly given by Aunt Raven.

Though it also wasn't often that Ruby did ask for permission. Nor did she ever approach her pirate aunt without Yang's, her older sister, supporting presence.

So Ruby had developed a love/hate relationship with the Muninn.

She loved the ship for what it was. From the RSDC Series 2 power core, to her sleek Adel-Rolls R Series 450 sub-light engines, to the polished gleam of her black bulkheads, to the incredibly rare and expensive Luna-Shawcross DF2 Fold drive. The Muninn was an engineering marvel.

She hated the ship for what it was. A frigate-sized, but cramped ship, filled with people who went out of their way to avoid her; with Ruby's only real friend being her older sister. Not even Aunt Raven cared to spend any time getting to know her ex-husband's second daughter.

Ruby was used to the disparaging glares and sneers that she got from Raven and her crew. It wasn't all that different from the Royal Valian Naval Academy; were even the instructors did not particularly care to be in close proximity of the energetic burnette for long periods of time.

No, she avoided Raven more for the sense of potential violence which seemed to coalesce around Raven like a thick miasma.

"Sorry, Rubes." Yang would say, as the two sisters would walk back to their shared quarters. "Raven is… Well, she's busy. Lots for us to do. Maybe next time."

Ruby never asked Yang why she always referred to her mother as Raven. She wanted to. Desperately too. But it had been years since Yang had run away to join Raven in Wild Space; and the two of them had only recently reunited.

Though the two young women had made great strides in reconciliation; to the point were sometimes it almost felt like they were back home on Port Patch, or on their father's old freighter; they were still… hesitant over certain subjects.

Raven being one of those.

Yang's gene-tailoring being another.

Ruby sighed. She had been frightened when she had first finally reunited with her older sister planetside; before being brought onboard Muninn. If it hadn't been for the long, blonde hair and lilac coloured eyes, Ruby would have hardly recognized the hulking, almost brutish stranger who waited for her at the dock that day.

Yang had always been big, tough, strong. Now she looked like she could rival those who had grown up on high grav worlds. Her arms, legs, shoulders were thick with muscle and bone. The scaly ridges on Yang's forehead, the slit pupil eyes and elongated, animalistic, fang-like canines, frightened her. If Ruby hadn't known any better she would have sworn her sister was a Faunus. The sight had caused Ruby to doubt that Yang was really Yang anymore.

But then as soon as Ruby stepped off the shuttle, Yang had run over and scooped her up in a tight, loving hug; and Ruby felt her doubts and fears melt away. Yang almost broke her younger sister's ribs, as she embraced her for the first time in years. The two of them nearly crying in each other's arms.

The look of pure joy and happiness that had split Yang's mouth into a wide smile. It was so obvious that Yang regretted splitting the two sisters up. Regretted leaving Ruby behind as she wandered off to explore the galaxy and find her mother. Ruby cried herself; for doubting her big sister. So here they were. Comfortable with each other for the most part, but still having to walk delicately around one another.

Speaking of Yang, Ruby groaned irritably inward. Where is she? I'm booooooored!

She had been gone for several hours. At least according to the crono-sphere in their cabin. She had gone to take care of some business for Aunt Raven and had left Ruby with precious little to do in the meantime.

Well… I could always clean Crescent Rose… Again… Ruby spared a sideways glance at her precious rifle. It was one of the very few things that Ruby had brought with her from the Academy. Crescent Rose was her baby. Her prized possession. A VA M29 designated marksman rifle; Ruby had been quick to tamper with, rebuild and customise every part from the upper to lower reciever, pistol grip, trigger assembly, fire selection and even the barrel. She had even given the rifle a red and black custom paint job, with a stylized rose right above the magazine well.

Currently, her beloved weapon was laid out on Ruby and Yang's shared table. Ruby had stripped her down, laying each part out in a neat, meticulous order. From there Ruby had obsessively gone over each and every part until they shone brightly even in the dim light of Muninn.

To clean Crescent Rose again would be the height of that Ruby wasn't willing to do it. Nothing was too good for her baby.

Or… She could go out to find Yang. Maybe catch Aunt Raven in a good mood. A good enough mood that she would allow Ruby to wander through the belly of the Muninn?

It was tempting.

So that was her choice. Sit around, clean Crescent Rose for the seventh hundredth time. Or go and ask her Aunt.

Besides Yang is there talking to her. It couldn't hurt to ask. An eager, but nervous smile playing across her lips as she slipped on her bright red cloak and stepped out into the dim hall.

The snapping of metal, the of breaking porcelain and the shattering of glass echoed in Raven's quarters, as Yang's fist smashed through the incredibly expensive Mistral tea set and the crystal and gold inlay table it had once sat upon.

Raven huffed irritability as Yang, it seemed was unsatisfied with merely breaking what had once been an extravagant tea set; decorated with painstakingly hand painted scenes of cherry trees in full bloom, their blossoms catching on the warm spring winds; and its equally masterworked table; and so continued to punch it until it was an unrecognizable mess of porcelain, crystal and broken shards of twisted metal.

"Are you quite finished with your tantrum? Or do you wish to find something else worth more than a Mistralian frigate to smash?" Raven asked when Yang, panting heavily in deep, shuddering breaths finally stopped.

Behind Yang stood the ever-faithful Vernal, her tattooed and kill-marked arms crossed above her chest; she bore a look of rare concern. Not that it was needed, but Raven still valued the loyalty.

"Tantrum?" Yang bit back, " you made me kill a man in cold blood! Then tell me I am throwing a tantrum?"

"Because you are." Raven never once raised her voice, but allowed a tinge of ice-cold anger to colour it. "I gave you a choice. You choose to follow through with it. Now you get to live with it."

"That bullshit again? You never gave me a choice. It was that or die." Yang glared at her as she shook her head, "Dad never wanted me to come out here. Uncle Qrow told me to stay away from you. I couldn't. I had to see who you are with my own eyes. Away from Dad's nostalgia and Uncle Qrow's cynicism."

"And have I lived up to your expectations? Your dreams, your fantasies?" Raven rolled her eyes, a hint of an ill patient frown forming. "This is who were are. We are the strong, so we take. I am the strongest, so I lead. That is all there is to it. If you thought that a pirate would be fun, adventure, steal from the rich for the needy then you are even more foolish than I ever thought. Your father's influence no doubt."

"You don't get to talk about him like that!" Yang whirled on her, hands clenched into fists. "He was there. He raised me, never abandoned me to go off and play pirate-queen in some far off flung shit-hole in the galaxy."

"Yet here you are." Raven smirked, "so eager for praise and so willing to do what I ask. You cannot blame me for the choices you make my daughter."

Yang fell silent for a moment, staring at the remains of the tea set and crystal table. There was truth to that. She had done what Raven asked. She had been apart of boarding parties, seizing ships and killing the crew. But they had always been armed. They always had a way of fighting back.

But was it any different?

Yang felt sick to her stomach just asking herself the question. Raven was right. It had been Yang's choice. No matter what excuse she tried to come up with.

Yang took a long calming breath, lilac coloured eyes met Raven's blood red. "I'm leaving Raven. I'm taking Ruby and I am leaving. I'm done with this, I'm done with you. We're going back home."

"Are you now?" Raven asked with a hint of amusement.

"Yes. You can't stop me Raven." Yang hissed, turning to leave. "Get out of my way Vernal."

"I don't need to do anything to stop you from leaving Yang. You've oh so helpfully put that collar around your own neck."

Yang snorted as she reached for the door control.

"What would Ruby think of her big sister painting the back wall with brains of an unarmed and helpless man?" Raven said, arching a delicate black eyebrow.

Yang frose. Her hand just over the control. If Ruby found out… it would destroy them. She was still haunted by Ruby's fearful silver eyes when they had met at the docks. Ruby had been frightened, terrified by what her big sister had become. If Ruby found out she was a murderer, what little connection they had rebuilt would be gone.

Yang would be alone. Truly alone. Just the thought of that sent chills down her spine.

"You wouldn't." Yang's voice barely registered above a whisper.

"I would. You have a weakness, one that I can and will exploit. You are useful to this tribe and to this crew Yang. I don't like to waste useful things." Raven's tone was bored and uninterested, as though discussing the weather. "Now, go see to the prisoner and get prepared for our guest. They should be arriving in the next three days or so. I want us to be prepared. You are dismissed, Yang."

Before Yang could turn to leave, there was a hesitant knock on the door.

"Cap'in Raven." The man at the door nodded in respect as he entered,. "Forgive the interruption but we received a message from the buyer."

"And you couldn't call me on the com?" Raven asked, clearly annoyed. It was never particularly healthy to the life expectancy of the one she was annoyed at.

"It was marked specifically for you Cap'in. I wouldn't have interrupted if it wasn't." The man held out a small disk, his hand shaking with nerves.

Raven rolled her eyes. "Fine. Yang bring it here, and you, get out of my sight."

She took the disk from Yang, slotting it into the player. Soon a holographic woman appeared in the middle of the player. Long black hair, eyes hidden by a white mask of Grimm… and a pair of twitching cat ears on the top of her head.

"Faunus." Yang gasped in surprise. This was unexpected. It was rare to see the Faunus outside of the Menagerie Systems.

"Captain Branwen Raven Ist Muninn." The recording started with a nod of her head, "I am Belladonna Zech Blake Ist White Fang. I have been asked by our leader Brother-Commander Taurus Naut Adam Ist White Fang to open negotiations and confirm that the prisoner is indeed who you say she is. My ship and I will be arriving at the coordinates you gave him within the standard day. I look forward to speaking with such an ally."

The hologram gave another nod of her head, before flickering away.

It was all Yang could do to retain her horror, keeping her head straight and expression unreadable. The White Fang? She's planning on selling the Schnee to the White Fang?

The White Fang were extremists, who thought the Faunus Uprising was still a war being fought. They were enemies of the Protectorate; while Yang was no fan of Atlas she knew what the White Fang would do if they got their hands on the Heir Apparent.

Across from her, Raven met her eyes and smiled that cold, calculating smile of hers.

It would be war.

Ruby ran. She needed to get back to their room. She needed time, time to think, time to process. It couldn't be true. It couldn't.

She felt tears running down her cheek.

No. No.

It wasn't possible. Yang was emotional, sure. She had a temper that was more than obvious. But she wasn't a murderer. She couldn't be.

The old Yang could have never had murdered someone. Another more cynical part of Ruby's mind whispered, but what about this new one? The one who I haven't seen in five years.

Images of Yang staying up late reading her bedtime stories, bandaging skinned knees and packing her lunches for school, danced through her head. It was quashed brutally an instant later by a new hulking and unnatural monster. A monster wearing her sister's face, whose lips were now curled into a slasher's crazed grin.

The door to their room slid open, as Ruby dashed inside, jumping onto her cot, taking in deep, calming breaths.

Okay, okay. Breathe calm down. Did I hear what I thought I heard? Ruby closed her eyes, hearing Raven's voice float through where Ruby had been listening at the door of Raven's cabin.

"What would Ruby think of her big sister painting the back wall with brains of an unarmed and helpless man?"

And all Yang could respond with was a helpless whisper of "you wouldn't."

Ruby's face fell. She had done it. Yang had murdered someone.

And it broke Ruby's heart.

Yang had changed. The years had changed her. Every doubt, every fear that Ruby had felt when she saw what Yang had become. The mon…

Ruby's eyes settled on the picture, hanging just above Yang's bed. A crayon drawing. Simple, yellowing with age. A four-year-old's picture; the vivid colours, too bright and gaudy to exist in reality, the simple lines and unproportioned autonomy of the two children and the mother and father, all of whom were far too big to fit in the small box simply labeled 'house.' Misspelled of course.

Yang had kept it all these years. Above her bed.

Yang wasn't a monster.

They would have a lot to talk about. Yang had left her, left her to go and wander the galaxy looking for Raven, looking for her mother. Despite what their dad had told them, despite what Uncle Qrow had warned them, Yang was so stubborn and so hot-headed she went anyway.

Yang had killed people. She had changed. Or had been changed.

But despite everything, Yang still kept that picture, taped over her bed.

Ruby knew they would have a lot to say. She knew there would be anger, she knew there would be yelling. Not just from Yang, but from herself as well. But they could deal with that later.

Yang needed her. Yang would never admit it, but she needed someone to rescue her. She was trapped on this pirate ship.

Ruby smiled as old memories of Yang walking her to school, making breakfast, scolding their comatose father after Summer had passed away. Teaching him how to be a father again once Qrow had snapped him out of his dressed stupor.

Now it was Ruby's turn to protect her sister. All she needed was a plan.

Ruby stood up and walked over to where Crescent Rose lay stripped on the table, she closed her eyes and began reassembling the rifle.

It was a short time later that Yang burst into the room just as Ruby finished tightening Crescent Rose's scope onto the top of the rail.

She barely got a word out in greeting, before Yang had picked her up and pulled her into a bone-cracking sisterly hug.

"Yang… can't breathe." Ruby managed to squeak before Yang gently put her down.

"Ruby… I'm sorry. I messed up. I've messed up." Yang blurted, as she rushed past her sister, grabbing a bag and shoving her belongings haphazardly into it.

"Get your stuff ready to go." Yang ordered firmly, "we're leaving."

"Leaving?" Ruby asked, brow furrowed in confusion. She hadn't been expecting this. Ruby had thought it would be a massive fight to try and convince her sister to leave.

Yang nodded, grabbing the crayon drawing and carefully folding it, before placing it gently in a breast pocket.

"Leaving. You and me…" Yang hesitated, "... and the prisoner Raven has onboard."

Ruby nodded in relief. "Good."

She looked over at her completed rifle on the desk, her silver eyes then sliding to the pistol on Yang's hip. "You got a plan?"

Yang smiled nervously. "No… You know me… I've never been one to sit around and think things through. But were going to need one soon The White Fang are coming to meet us in less than a day."

"The White Fang?" Ruby couldn't believe what she was hearing, her sister was dealing with the White Fang of all people?

"Yes the White Fang. Which is why we need to get out of here as soon as we can." Yang collapsed down on her cot, "some guarantor arriving first before the actual buyer. So we need to get out of here before the buyer actually arrives."

"Alright then," Ruby pulled her chair close to her sister cot and sat down facing Yang. "So the guarantor is arriving before the actual buyer?"

Yang nodded. "No idea how long before hand. Maybe a day at the most."

Ruby sat there quiet for several minutes, then she smiled, the beginnings of a plan forming in her mind. "Okay then. I have an idea…"

Weiss's eyes snapped open as the door to the brig slid open with a hiss. Dull artificial light from the lamps just outside the brig flooded her dark, cramped cell.. There was the smell of recyke and the heavy tread of boots belonging to that hulking genebred freak.

"I...brought you dinner."

The plate was placed gently on the floor, just in front of her cage. Weiss turned to look at her new guard. Yang, she thought she recalled; or something similar.

The woman's head was bowed, refusing to look Weiss in the eye, even as she placed a small canteen of water next to the tray.

"It's… mostly recyke, unfortunately. But I was able to grab a lump of ship bread too." The woman, Yang, sounded almost apologetic; as she waved a hand at the lump of grey matter next to the bar of recyke.

"So what?" Weiss finally spat, her voice rough from a lack of use over the past weeks. "Want me to thank you? Want me to bestow my gratitude onto a murderer?"

She sat up onto her knees, all the room that her cage barely allowed; before bowing at the waist to Yang.

"Thank you oh my dear captor. Thank you for showing me some small mercy, after you shot my unarmed crewmember. I will remember this magnanimous show of grace from a murderer when I am finally released to whatever slave market, or small-time warlord, your oh so merciful Mistress deems fit for her purpose. Truly you have earned the favour of the Heir-Apparent of the Protectorate."

Weiss couldn't help but grin as Yang's eyes narrowed and her temper flared briefly at the sarcasm which dripped from the Heir-Apparent. Apparently struggling not to lash out and quash it as Yang's body shook with anger.

"I didn't really have a choice." Yang snarled, before taking another calming breath. "I'm not here for that anyway."

"Oh? Then why? Here to gloat? Here to see the fall of grace of your better?" Weiss's tone was as sharp as the Atlassian tundra wind in the deep of winter. "I didn't give that woman before you the satisfaction. You can expect the same, brute."

"Raven wants to sell you to the White Fang." Yang cut in. Weiss noticed her fingers curling as though she was only a step away from wanting to strangle her. "They are going to be here in the next day or so."

That stopped Weiss cold. Any retort, or insult she had planned to throw at the gene-tailored blonde, was caught in her fear swollen throat.

"The White Fang?" Weiss finally whispered unbelievably. "Why… that…"

Weiss paused, collected herself. "If your Captain turns me over to the White Fang… I'll be executed."

Yang nodded. "I know."

"No, I don't think you do." Weiss snapped, before leaning back against the wall. "If the White Fang kills me, the Protectorate will have no choice but to go to war with Menagerie. It would be a slaughter..."

"Which would drag in the other powers." Yang finished for her. "Another Great War, billions dying, whole systems left to waste and to the mercy of pirates like Raven. Not to mention the Grimm."

Weiss looked up at her, somewhat in shock.

Yang shrugged with a barely concealed smug grin. "Just because I am some space pirate frontier bumpkin doesn't mean I don't have some grasp on the current state of the galaxy."

She took a quick look over the back of her shoulder before leaning in close to Weiss's cage, her voice hushed and quick. "Look, there is a small group of them coming to see if you are who we say you are. That's going to be our best chance. You, me and my sister, are going to take their ship and get out of here. This is going to be our only chance. I suggest you eat and regain some of your strength."

She pushed the tray closer to Weiss.

"I never wanted any of this. So I am going to do what is right."

Yang stood up and without another word walked out of the brig, leaving Weiss alone with the tray and the dark.

Belladonna Zech Blake Ist White Fang paced uneasily up and down the small bridge of the raider Red Claw. Adam had trusted her with this task. His top lieutenant, his favourite amongst all his White Fang Brothers and Sisters.

His best friend

His lover.

And the one who would betray him.

It wasn't going to be easy. It would be her and the captive against several dozen pirates. Then Bake would need to kill her compatriots. Faunus she had spent the better part of several years serving with. Fighting on the frontier against slavers, pirates and raiders and then themselves becoming those same pirates, slavers and raiders.

When she was a girl, the White Fang were her heroes. The ones who had united the divided clans and families. The ones who had driven the Protectorate out of Menagerie. They had rebuilt Faunus culture, preserved their history. The ones who later fought against the slavers, pirates and raiders who descended on the system, like vultures to prey.

It broke her heart to admit it, but the White Fang had changed.

Or maybe they hadn't.

Now she had seen what the White Fang truly was. This ship the Red Claw was part of that proof. It had been a human ship. A freighter making the runs from the Protectorate to the Vacuo Union, the White Fang had seized. The crew, at least those who weren't useful, were disposed of. The rest were forced to teach the various White Fang members what skills they knew. They were kept alive only because they were useful. To be later disposed of when that usefulness wore out.

Blake had only realized that recently.

Then Adam had shared his grand plan with her; the new ally he had made in Wild Space.

Blake shuddered. No.

The White Fang, once a beacon for hope, a brighter future for the Faunus, was now a force so blinded by their own righteousness; it had become self-destructive. Not just for itself, but for Faunus kind.

"Sister-Lieutenant Belladonna." A helmswoman wearing a heavy Ursa Grimm mask approached her, dragging Blake from her thoughts. "Preparations have been made, the Fold-Drive is online. We can make the Fold anytime on your orders."

Blake nodded. "Thank you Sister. Prepare to Fold on my mark."

She watched the tick of seconds on her the crono strapped to her wrist, counting allowed for the bridge crew to hear. "Four, three, Gods of Sanctuary Preserve. Mark."

In an instant, thousands of billions of kilometres condensed and folded in on themselves; Red Claw shot forward, towards a meeting with the last person Blake ever thought she would have to rescue.

Blake would have to save Weiss Schnee, Heir-Apparent of the Protectorate of Atlas, from not the Dread-Pirate Raven, but her own Brothers and Sisters of the White Fang.

She had her work cut out for herself.