The pieces of the puzzle are fitting into place. Can you guess my intentions?

"Mankind must put an end to war before war puts an end to mankind." ~JFK

After a long, exhausting, vague argument with Ozpin that began with Ozpin dismissing General Ironwood and the other man and ended with him being denied, Aionion left to prepare to become a wanted convict.

He entered the locker rooms reserved for males and removed his heavy armor. He collected all the pieces and placed them in his locker. He was left in just his mesh underclothes and removed the top before moving to the showers. As he moved through the locker room, he witnessed several diverse reactions to his form.

Some of those that had seen combat-some even more than himself- brushed off the collection of scars along his body. It started with a long jagged mark starting from his lower left hip, running diagonally across his ribs, and ending once it neared the strange material his left arm was made of. A set of scars from an Ursa lay across his lower back. There was a clear chunk of different color skin that looked like he'd been mauled. Those were just the Grimm's markings.

There were so many scars that were perfectly round that littered his torso. There were tight clusters of them around the left side of his torso and one short line of them up across his spine. There was even a large area of slightly darker skin around his torso that resembled a severe burn. It all marred his perfectly porcelain appearance and gave the newer huntsmen and huntresses a glimpse of what would become of them, minus the different arm.

Aionion looked around at the new recruits, judging their reaction. Jaune, the leader of Team JNPR had paled severely and hid behind the appearance of putting on his armor, even though he had just taken it off. His teammate, Lie Ren, had examined the scars before nodding at him. Aionion nodded back before moving to the next face.

The men from Haven that they faced were there as well. Taylor, the tailor, wasn't really affected. He'd done worse to Grimm. His needle was on his back and caught the reflection of the light through the windows, reflecting the light onto Aionion's arm. His arm absorbed the light and lit up. Aionion glanced at his arm before shrugging and moving on. It was too late to change anything. Aionion hurried through the locker room nevertheless.

After showering, collecting all of his weapons, and exiting the building, he dropped his case of 'supplies' at the docks. He still had a few minutes before his self-arranged transport arrived. He settled down and opened his scroll to prepare some upon death messages. You could never leave without having a goodbye prepared in this line of work, as even the slightest mistake would end in your death.

He spent the next few minutes writing brief goodbyes to his other teammates. They were short and straight to the point, but it's the thought that counts.

'Aww that's sweet. Saying goodbye to your friends just in case you get killed while on a revenge mission. Maybe you should speak with a counselor about your suicidal habits. Or maybe introduce you to Blake? You two have a lot in common.'

'Shut up Nebula. It's stressful enough knowing that the soldiers on that ship will be hostiles along with Roman. I don't need you as well.'

'Monty, fine. Have some fun you sociopath.'

Just before he finished up the last message, his less than legal ship arrived. It was the bare minimum that would get him to the ship Roman was on. Aionion mentally sighed before kissing his life here and friends goodbye. He was going to end this war in one fell swoop.

Little did Aionion know, Ozpin had seen his defiance. While he didn't agree with his motives or means, who was he to talk. He sent child to their deaths and to war.

Aionion prepared for the short flight to Roman. Unlike his expectations, it wasn't a quick in and out in under ten minutes operation. It involved a short dogfight and him jumping onto the ship Roman was on. He landed on the ship and rushed at the two guards as the opened fire on him. These two were human, so he couldn't kill them. Aionion dived at the two guards legs and swept them out from underneath them. The two fell and Aionion quickly smashed their heads together, knocking them unconscious.

He hacked the panel next to the door and broke the locks as the door shut behind him. Aionion raced through the halls, avoiding fighting when he could and quietly knocking them unconscious or decapitating the robots. 'Roman should be near the captain. If he's as connected as they say he is, he might have an accomplice.'

Aionion stopped to think for a minute. 'Nebula, get out here and start placing explosives in all crucial points. We are making sure he does not escape.'

'What about us? Don't you want to return to your friends? Is this really how you want to die? A criminal? What about me? Once you die...'

Nebula let that sentence hang over Aionion's head for a minute or two before he replied. 'What choice do we have? This is the only way to remove him from existence. If we remove him no-'

'Do you not get what I'm saying you selfish bastard?! Roman is not the leader. He can be replaced by someone who uses more drastic measures.'

'This isn't for anyone but Sima. If killing him now strikes my name from history, then so be it. This never was for me, always for her. And now that I have him cornered, it's time to let go.'

Nebula gave up on arguing and formed next to Aionion with his hand on his shoulder. 'Then we both go into the darkness, brother.'

Nebula took all of Aionion's explosives and raced back through the ship placing the charges as he went. By the time he got to the door, Aionion was in front of the thick wall separating him from Roman Torchwick. The crew lay on the ground and Roman's accomplice had fled once Aionion flattened her to the ground.

Aionion ripped open the cell that reminded him of a coffin and raised a sword to Roman's throat. Aionion focused on him and mentally growled. 'It's been a long time, Roman. Perhaps one last dance before I finish this?'

Aionion sheathed his sword before kicking up Melodic Cudgel from where it lay on the ground, kicking it into Roman's gut as he did. Roman grunted before straitening and brushing off his coat. He looked over to where his hat lay before nodding for Neo to leave. She threw him his hat before she did and heatedly glared at Aionion.

"Well, well, well. Do we pick off from last time or do we-oof!"

Aionion had swept out Roman's legs and shook in anger when he replied to the taunt. 'Less talking, more dying.'

"Alright then. I don't have all day, or is it night?"

Aionion fired his gauntlets at Roman but he ducked under at the last minute. "Little eager big guy? My turn."

Roman feinted a swing at Aionion's side before hooking under his leg and pulling his leg from under him. Aionion went with it and planted his foot in his chest before firing. Aionion fell back onto the control panel, smashing most of the buttons while Roman slammed into the door to his cell. Aionion smashed his fists into the controls and stood up, pulling his rifle from his back as he did. He fired three times at Roman, each missing due to him rolling across the floor. Aionion emptied the entire clip this way before throwing away the gun and pulling his bastard sword from his back.

Aionion swung sideways at Roman, causing him to duck under and swing Melodic Cudgel at Aionion's left leg. The attack connected, staggering Aionion. 'Time to die Roman.'

"That almost sounds reasonable right now... Time to up my medications."

Aionion growled at Roman in response. "Aw, look. Are you angry that your friend died. Too bad." Aionion broke the door to Roman's cell with a wide swing that left him open to Roman hooking his neck and pulling him into a punch to the sternum.

By now the controls were irreparably smashed and each time their bodies smashed into the console, they blew up another Atlesian airship nearby. Aionion threw back Roman with a solid right hook and fired his gauntlet at the last second, cracking the window Roman hit. Aionion rushed at Roman while Roman stood and prepared his finishing blow. Once Aionion was within reach of his cane, Torchwick hooked his neck and threw him threw the window.

Aionion spun in midair to look back at Roman before getting the last word in. He caught sight of the White Fang boarding the ship as he spun. 'Looks like the last laugh, is mine.'

Aionion revealed the remote primer he had before engaging it. Roman's eyes widened before he fired his dust rounds at the trigger. All flew wide or hit Aionion and Roman could swear he saw him grin when he released it.

Roman looked around the area he was in. There were long scars dug through all the walls. The console was smashed, making the airship unstable and unable to be steered. He'd still completed his mission though. The infected scroll had been planted. Roman sighed before lighting his last cigar. 'Fitting that I would smoke the last one with my final moments. The only thing I regret, is not getting that divorce sooner, heh.'

Roman released a plume of smoke just as the charges destroyed the ship he was on, sending it to the earth. It exploded vehemently and several pieces of debris flew by him, some cutting him.

Aionion laughed as he fell to his death. He could see the ocean far below him. He was bleeding out at a rapid rate. How had he not noticed he lost his left leg and hip when the debris hit him?

If the Grimm didn't kill him, smashing into the water or bleeding out would. What was he thinking, falling from a ship several thousand feet in the air. For a man on his death bed(air?), he was surprisingly chipper.

'Why are you so happy, we're gonna die!?'

'What purpose do we have now? We got rid of own of the pawns in the game. We even removed some of the White Fang in that explosion.'

Nebula sighed and gave up on the dying man, beginning his preparations for the crash. 'If I die, my last regret is not having sex with each girl on Team NDGO.'

'My last regret is listening to your obnoxious voice right before I die.'

'Touche, touche.'

Aionion closed his eyes and waited for his death. He didn't notice Nebula coating them in crystal and leaving a large pocket of air. The large structure smashed into the surf and sunk very quickly, settling on the bottom in a matter of moments. Aionion was knocked into a coma on impact, where Nebula would keep him for several days as he played with his genetics.

'Ooooh! This one made his hair change color! I should change it back... after I take it through the entire spectrum! Maybe give him a mouth. I'm sure the ladies will be falling over themselves to touch him, hehehe. What does this one do? Hmmm, looks like nothing. Oh well.'

And now Nebula has access to Aionion's genetics... Monty help us all at the monstrosity that comes of it.

Edit: I intend for a few days to pass as the terror and negative emotions collect in a great enough quantity to awaken the dragon. I mean seriously, the Grimm had to be brought into the city, it would take a few days for enough terror to gather to awaken a dragon.