The Wrath of Atlas
Hello Readers! Hope that's a decent way to introduce this note. Anyhow! I'm SG Nitron! This is my first FanFic to be published and I'm pretty nervous on your guy's opinions. So please appreciate the work given. I tried skimming the story as best I could, so you might expect to see grammatical errors here and there.
Criticism is very much welcomed! I am not the best writer, not to mention this is one of my first Fanfics. Don't be too harsh on this work. I take each and every piece of advice quite seriously.
It should also be noted that our protagonist may have a name that is the same as in other FanFics. So please, try to differentiate between other stories.
Anyways that's enough of me! Read on and hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: The New Guy
Silver looked exhausted, breathing heavily as if he had run around the entire world of Remnant. He opened his scroll, doing his usual web surfing while listening to music, as it was too dark for him to read any books, not minding the cold. As he was about to search up, 'What are the chances of a meteor hitting Remnant', he got a call on his Scroll. He looked as the caller was revealed to be his operator, Trish. He answered.
"Hello Trish how're you doing?" (Silver)
She smiled. They never met personally, but besides Ironwood, she was the only other person he had known the longest.
"How are the other squad members? Did they finish up their side of the nest?"(Silver)
Trish tapped her keyboard a bit and examined her screen. "Well, they have cleaned up 80% of their side, but they are currently fighting a Hollowed Grimm. Would you like to support them?"
Hollowed Grimm were the more dangerous versions of Grimm. Their power was equivalent to a battalion of Atlesain knights. Silver thought about it and replied.
"I'll let them handle it. Valentina would be livid if I assisted and took all the glory."
"Well you do have a tendency to show off." (Silver)
"Do I really show off?"
Trish whistled and looked away as Silver smiled.
"Was that all there is, if so I'll be surfing the web for the odds of a meteor to hit Remnant." (Silver)
As he was about to end the call with a goodbye, Trish informed him.
"Oh yes and there was one other thing your father, Mr. Ironwood, wanted me to inform you." (Trish)
Silver wondered, what would his father want him to do? He was usually busy being a teacher or something in his academy or managing something in the military which took up family time. This would make Silver the babysitter of the family. He loved his two little stepsisters and brother. Silver could understand as those two major jobs are enough to keep him occupied for weeks.
"What does he want me to do? Another Hollowed elimination, nest hunting, syndicate destruction?Clean up a buffet?" (Silver)
He was pretty hungry.
"He wants you to attend Beacon Academy in Vale."(Silver)
Silver was stunned, first for the sudden change in his occupation, and second, why his dad wanted him to attend Beacon. He had heard it was a prestigious school for hunters and huntresses, but Silver took no interest in that field as he was already doing the same things they did.
"Why does he want me to attend Beacon?" (Silver)
"He wants you to escape from the front lines for awhile, experience the life of a normal teenager" (Trish)
At first, Silver thought that this was a terrible idea, but slowly, he thought about it. His father would not send him just to live the life of a rising hunter, there was always some hidden motive to his actions. Silver remembered that Vale had a battle at its docks between 1st year hunters and huntresses against members of the White Fang. The White Fang was a violent group of Faunus that attacked humans in rebellion to their mistreatment. Silver had fought against them a few times before. Silver believed that they weren't all that bad, but the heads of the White Fang were the ones stirring up that hate inside of their brethren.
"When do I leave for Vale?"(Silver)
"...Right now." (Trish)
In that moment, a bullhead appeared and descended on Silver with its headlight shining upon him. The light revealed that what Silver was sitting on top of wasn't a hill, but a pile of disintegrating, dead Beowolves, Ursa, Death Stalkers and even a Nevermore in the mix.
"Do you want me to inform the squad of your leave?" (Trish)).
"No, inform them to remain in Atlas and continue on with their missions unless Ironwood or someone of higher rank tells them otherwise. I would also like to keep my location secret."(Silver)
"Hmm. I'll try my best. But they are of a higher status than me." (Trish)
"Thanks a lot Trish" (Silver)
Trish nodded and as she was about to end the call Silver asked one more thing.
"What do you want me to tell them?" (Silver)
"Tell them...tell them that if they don't improve, they're paying for an all you can eat buffet."
Silver couldn't think of any realistic punishment. He just loved those guys.
Trish smiled. "Understood sir"
Silver sat down in the Bullhead, wondering what kind of adventure awaited for him in Vale, in Beacon. He surfed the web a bit while listening to music as he wanted to originally do. He felt a pain on his right eye. Silver concentrated on suppressing it. His eye had turned red, while a portion of his body had turned blacker. Silver concentrated a little more, and within minutes, his eye and body returned to normal.
"This is always a hindrance."(Silver)
At first, it was hard to confine his hunger and anger. But as time went by, with training and meditation, he was able to suppress his 'darker side'. If this happened in the field however, it would be much more difficult suppressing his animalistic instincts.
"Silver, sir, we will be reaching Beacon Academy in a few minutes. Please prepare for landing."
Silver stretched his body. He felt stiff as a board.
"Ok, thank you for the update." (Silver)
Silver didn't really have much to prepare, as he was taken straight from the field. He sat back down, making sure he didn't leave anything behind.
Before Silver was finishing checking himself out the loudspeaker came on again.
"Oh wait sir one more thing I need to inform you" (Pilot)
"Yes?" (Silver)
"Well...sir. informed me that you need to wear that gray cloak to your left, to show off to the headmaster that you are a member of the Imperial Lancers."
Silver looked to the left and sighed. If there was one thing he knew his father was good at, it was embarrassing him in front of new people.
It was a brand new cloak with the emblem of the Imperial Lancers on the back. The white emblem was two crossed lances decorated in wreaths with a sword intersecting in the middle. However, the color of the cloak and the emblem blended almost perfectly, making it hard to distinguish the design from afar. Whoever designed this must've not been thinking straight.
Beacon Academy was having a regular day. Students going in and out of classes, some preparing for combat class, and others preparing to go into the city for free time.
Amidst all this, were Professor Ozpin and Professor Goodwitch, preparing for the new student's arrival at a private landing port. About a week ago, James Ironwood contacted Ozpin about the new student's arrival. After some discussion and examination of the student's profile, Ozpin gladly accepted his old friend's request
"Was it a good idea to accept James's request Ozpin? To earn the title of 'The Wrath of Atlas' makes him a questionable person to enroll into Beacon. He is strong enough as it is, is he not?" (Goodwitch)
"His strength is not the only thing to be questioned, his full background is something that even we can seem to see. Even you questioned his enrollment." (Ozpin)
Ozpin kept sipping his coffee
"Glynda I know how you feel letting James's son into Beacon. Even I have some form of doubt. But James sent him here in order to experience the life of a normal teenager. Isn't that what we've been hoping to accomplish with this generation?" (Ozpin)
Goodwitch sighed.
"Still, it seems very strange to let a soldier of his caliber to join a school for students" (Goodwitch)
"It would seem to be wrong to turn away a teenager, who has no idea of his past, living the life of a soldier since they found him. It would be against our principles turning him away." (Ozpin)
Ozpin sipped his coffee. "Speak of the Devil, He's here"
The bullhead descended onto the platform, opening its side door to reveal its only passenger.
The loudspeaker came on,"Alright sir, good luck and I hope have a good time here" (Pilot)
"Thanks, have a safe trip back to Atlas." (Silver)
He nodded and exited the bullhead, with it closing its doors and taking off soon after.
Silver approached the professors.
"So you must be Silver Faye, I hope your trip here wasn't of any problem?" Ozpin sipped his coffee.
Silver was nervous. First of all, his cloak made him stand out amongst all of the students. Second, he wasn't good at meeting new people. He had forgotten to prepare himself during his flight. Third, this guy was the headmaster of Beacon, Professor Ozpin. And the person next to him was Glynda Goodwitch. He knew some things on Ms. Goodwitch. But he hated the fact that he knew almost nothing about Ozpin. All he knew about Ozpin was that he was old friends with his father.
"Um….yeah, the flight itself wasn't at all bad" (Silver)
Silver calmed himself
"There is no need to be nervous Mister Faye, you're a student now, teachers and students alike are now all your comrades" (Ozpin)
"...Yes sir, I'm glad I was accepted here. I've hoped you've read my files."
Goodwitch pulled up his file on her scroll.
Name: Silver Faye
Age: 16
Occupation: Commander of the Imperial Lancers
Birthday: February 3
Skin Color: White
Kingdom of Origin: Atlas
Eye Color: Azure
Hair Color: White
Height: 5,8
Semblance: Control over all types of metal (ex: bending metal, levitating metals, hardening metals, etc)
Appearance: Wears a loose black t-shirt, with white overcoat( like the one Connor wears from Assassin's Creed) with grey cloths hanging and black trim lines around the edges. Underneath his overcoat, is a weapon holster for his weapon and several other pieces of equipment. The sleeves are slightly bigger than average, allowing for small hidden weapons and easier movement. He also wears loose gray pants with a silver belt. Attached to the belt are four small cases, each containing twelve pieces cylinder shaped pieces of condensed steel. He wears a blue headband to conceal his ears. He wears white combat gloves, covering his fingers. His appearance is muscular, while retaining his slim figure.
Personality: Slightly quiet, nice, humble, courteous, nervous to new people, oblivious to opp. sex, prefers solitude, trustworthy, honest, apologetic, becomes comfortable and less formal with people he gets close to.
Kind:½ Faunus (Wolf ears, sense of smell, and tail), half Grimm
Skill: Weapons expert, adaptable, leadership qualities, many adaptable uses of Aura, Dust and his semblance, memorization, CQC expert
Habits: Web searching, reading, designing/upgrading pieces of technology, training, listening to music, likes to eat an absurd amount
Favorite Food: (Human/Faunus) Fries, grapes, ice cream, chicken (Grimm) human flesh and other creatures of Grimm
Flaws: Underestimates some opponents, sometimes overconfident, prefers fighting alone, fixated on high goals,stubborn, Grimm side taking over
Dislikes: Faunus segregation, friends fighting, being left out, losing comrades, previous mistakes, unfair fights, injustice
Allegiance: Strong
Nickname: The Wrath of Atlas: Earned through the notable eliminations of various Grimm Hollow, majors and breeding nests. Not only that, doing it single handedly and alone, creating the idea of Atlas creating a inhuman soldier that could only be described as a monster.
"Yes. Your father had sent us your files. It would be interesting to see your skills in combat." (Ozpin)
"So...what is it that you want me to show off exactly? Take a test of sorts?"(Silver)
"Well yes, you'll be taking a test of sorts for us to examine your skills. While we have been informed of your performance in Atlas, it would be nice to know your skills with our own eyes. But we shall continue talking in my office, Mr. Faye. Is that alright with you?" (Ozpin)
"Yes sir, no problems there." (Silver)
Silver wanted to get out of the public eye. Unless he was part of a crowd, he hated drawing unwanted attention.
They began walking for awhile around the school. However, Silver began to notice the few glares given off from other students, mainly towards his back.
Silver sighed,
"Father, if there was a top ten times you had to embarrass me, this is definitely in the top ten." (Ozpin)
As they were walking, Silver one of the students caught his eye. Unlike the rest of the students, she wore a red hood and had red traces on her hair
"Silver eyes?" (Silver)
Ozpin took notice of this and smirked,
"Well, things might be more exciting in the upcoming weeks."
The red hooded girl looked back and thought, " Hmm, wondered who he was. Someone new?"
She took an interest in this. Transfer students were rare and wondered who he was. She then turned around and began tailing him.