Mountain Glenn. From what Six gathered, it was a failed attempt at expansion by Vale. The nearby settlements claimed that it would've been grand had the Grimm not attacked and that there was an underground city at it. He gathered as much information as he could from the nearby settlements before doing some jobs. The days started to drone on and on, not to the point where time became a blur, but to the point where he could feel them going faster. He walked like how he did when he first arrived on Remnant, for several days without stopping. It must've been five or six days since he's slept and he would do so when he was near the destination. People saw him pass by and some waved at him while others just stared, it didn't matter to him.
If he were to get the facility up and running, then he could just transport to the main facility where the Monitor was located. Technically, she was everywhere, but chose to remain at the main facility. From what he understood, there was a grid that would allow him to rapidly reach several areas. This proved to be beneficial in his eyes. His thoughts were cut short when he came across an abandoned town. Everything was old and rotting. Wood was being eaten away, windows were frail and broken, houses were filled with nothing but abandoned furniture, and all the shops were vacant. There were signs of battle and he observed it as he walked through the town. The whole area seemed to be filled with nothing but despair while he walked through the main street. A sigh escaped his lips quietly when he looked at both sides of him, seeing nothing but a fallen plot of land that probably held decent people.
There was nothing that could be done. He wasn't going to waste time because he had an objective to complete.
The Monitor had stated that the facility was hidden deep underground, which meant he probably had to do some digging around. It was bad enough that it was closer to the city than he liked... but him having to dig through countless piles of rubble added another irritating factor. He pushed the feeling down and prepared for it, which is why he made some explosives. It wasn't hard for him to make honestly, it took a while since it was a delicate process but it wasn't hard. While some would immediately start to panic when they either saw or heard he had explosives on him, he was calm. He knew what he was doing and took the necessary precautions in handling them throughout the journey. Nothing he did wasn't without a reason, especially since the type he made was more powerful than anything Remnant has ever thought of. They relied too much on Dust for their products.
He suddenly stopped when he felt something watching him. Years of experience made him trust his gut when it screamed that someone was watching him. Silence filled the air for a while and he looked around every so often before continuing his journey. He would deal with the threat, if there was one, when he reached Mt. Glenn, he had already wasted enough time as it is. The facility would respond to his signal, which in turn would give him a location, and he would get it up and running. Once he did, the Monitor would have control over it and she would help him make a new core for his suit. She had stated that each and every facility he got under her control, he would receive either some supplies or an upgrade for him. It was clear she trusted him. The same could not be said for him. He only trusted one person, and that was Maaya.
Ignoring those thoughts, he relaxed a bit before continuing his journey calmly. While there were times he would rather be in a vehicle, walking did provide him with time to let his thoughts wander around. The days started to slip by once again. Most days turned rainy. The dark clouds painted the sky a menacing grey color and the shower of rain impacted his hood, seeping through his cloak and onto his armor. He didn't mind, in fact, he enjoyed it a bit. Rainy days were sometimes welcoming and if he was alone then he would take his hood down and let the droplets impact his helmet. He came across a clearing and he could see the destination from the distance.
The wind blew behind him and the leaves in the trees swayed like his cloak. Both were soaked wet with rain while he just stared at the fallen city ahead. His hood was down and the rain impacted his helmet with a soft noise. Nothing was said as he just enjoyed the calm noises of the rainy day before he rotated his head a bit then continued forward. He looked down at his TACPAD and sent a signal, waiting thirty seconds before something responded back and he got a location. Minutes of walking eventually turned into an hour before he even remotely came to the entrance of the location. To say that it was a failure would be an understatement, the whole location was a disaster.
He didn't know what happened but he didn't care. Nothing could be done for this place; it looked abandoned for practically decades, much more than what he's seen in the frontier. It looks like the expansion was large, too large for some to handle and maybe that's what caused the Grimm to come. Negativity from the stress of expanding and the possibility that Grimm kept attacking. They should've just started off at a moderate size then started to expand as years went on, that would have been a more logical route. They bit off more than they could chew and the price was a failed expansion. Oh well, nothing could be done about it now.
The day seemed to drag on as he explored the city for a few hours, just exploring where the location of the facility would be. Although it was abandoned, it was an interesting location. So many things to discover from the ruins, plus there was the fact that he hadn't explored the underground yet. These things could wait for a further date, should he come back in case he missed something. Right now, he did nothing but explore the city while sending signals out every so often. There were times he had to backtrack a bit when he missed a certain spot or the area was cut off by rubble. He only had so much explosives and wasting them on every pile of rubble proved to be counterproductive. Some spots he would climb up on a broken down building and would look around the area before sending his signal again.
The next few days were spent exploring the city vigorously and he found one entrance that would lead underground.
Pretty soon, he sent his final one and received a location that was underground. By this time, the sky was dark and it had been a few days since he's slept so he would turn in for the night. He went to an abandoned building, made his way towards the top and started a small fire. Traps were set near the entrances while his fire burned dimly. Simple snares that were well hidden around the building and some noise traps that would alert him. In the morning, he would retrieve them and make his way underground to the facility. It would take some time to find the facility since it was deep underground and take even longer to explore the facility but at the very least, it was well hidden.
The fire offered a small sense of illumination as he took an inventory of his items. He had plenty of food and water, his ammunition was plentiful, but it seemed that he was running slightly low on lien. The last few jobs he had done for free basically because it seemed the funds were being pulled back by a higher authority. The settlements looked absolutely shameful that they couldn't pay him but he didn't care. While it was beneficial that he was paid for his services, he wasn't angry at them for not paying him. All that mattered in the end was that they had breathing room. He knew who was doing it. It was either Ozpin or the Council, and the answer was leaning closer and closer to the former. He knew what the man was doing; trying to flush him out in hopes of interacting with him.
Actions like that didn't affect him, they affected the settlement more than anything. This led to a negative effect on the denizens of the settlement, which in turn attracted more Grimm to the area. Lien only bought him supplies, such as food. Half the time he hunted his food anyways. Learning how to hunt for food was one of the most basic things that a wolf could learn. He shook his head in annoyance at the actions the man was causing and organized his items. Worst case scenario, he gives up one of the jewels he acquired and let the settlement make money off of it. The jewels weren't needed from him, he only really kept them if he needed to trade when no bounties were available and giving one or two up wasn't a big deal. Plus, it freed up space for him to have more necessary items.
When he started to put away the items, he came across something. It was a a little picture book that Myne and her sister made together. The first page was of him bringing Myne back in a crib, the second was of him making medicine in the kitchen, the third was of him and their father fighting Grimm, the fourth was of him giving them money sometimes, and the final one was of him pulling them out of the snow. He blinked at this and observed the crude drawings carefully before putting the little book in his bag gently. If they had taken the time to make this for him then he would take the time to look at it and keep it.
Tomorrow was a big day, and it would continue to be until he found the facility.
He woke up in the middle of the night after some hours. The fire was out and there was nothing but a small trail of smoke that rose to the sky. One of his traps had gone off judging by the sound of a voice. It was clearly male but there were multiple ones also. His motion tracker picked up three blips that were unknown but one of them suddenly turned red. He jumped off the side of the building and landed, creating a spiderweb of cracks in the ground. He dove out of the way when the three looked in the direction. One of them started to head towards him quickly while he just hid around the corner, reaching underneath his cloak to equip his combat knife.
The hostile rounded the corner and he gripped their neck tightly, they gagged at the sudden grip before flailing around when he sunk the knife into their neck. He just let them flail around wildly while they slowly bled out before dropping the body, seeing that it was White Fang. This brought several questions as to why they were here, but that would be answered soon. He quickly rushed inside the abandoned building, ignoring their startled cries before he slashed the neck of the one that wasn't trapped. Blood sprayed into the air and splattered on the ground, making the victim clutch their throat tightly before falling over. He just stared at the deceased terrorist before turning his gaze to the final one, who started to flail around wildly.
He stared at her with a flat face as she hung upside down before he gripped her face tightly.
"Quiet." He ordered. In an instant, her mouth snapped shut and all was silent. She knew who he was, everyone in the White Fang knew who he was. The thing in front of her was the epitome of terror. There were countless rumors about him, that he was the accumulation of all the humans they killed. Whenever they had to do assignments out in the frontier, he was always there after some time. He's made countless camps disappear and they lost hundreds of members to him. The only reason she knew he was male was because he just spoke now. No pleading, no excuse, nothing would save her from the thing in front of her. All she could do was literally vibrate in terror and stare at the body of her comrade.
"What are you doing out here?" He asked calmly.
"..." She couldn't talk. Her throat locked up tightly, no one could blame her, she was staring into death itself.
"What are the White Fang doing out here?" He asked with more force, this time he began to squeeze her neck. A dull popping noise was heard and she started to whimper in pain.
"W-We're out here because our superior wanted us to. H-He's been planning to create a hole in Vale and unleash Grimm. He said it would show humans our might." She choked from her spot. The blood was rushing to her head at a faster rate as he just stared at her.
"How?" He interrogated.
"There's a metro station underneath the city that's north of here. We have a train that we were going to use to breach the large blast doors. There's explosives inside each cart near the top. If we had those Paladins, then we would use those also. We just wanted to show people that we were tired of being pushed around!" She answered fearfully.
"..." He said nothing else. She begged him to let her go but he didn't care, the only thing he did was drag the blade of his knife across her neck. Her hands shot up and clutched the wound but after a couple of minutes, her hands dangled below her. He stared at the body as blood dripped onto the ground and started to make a puddle below. Nothing was said as he turned away from the body then went up the building, mulling over his thoughts about the train. If he still had explosives after he found the facility then he could use the rest to put the train out of commission. This meant he needed to get to the facility sooner than what he would like but he brushed it aside. When he reached the top of the building, he collected his items then began to head towards the location.
He walked for a while. Minutes turned to tens of minutes before that turned to an hour of walking, then two hours before he even came across a large sinkhole in the middle of the street. Near the edge of it, he saw a black and red object. There was an animal, a dog to be specific, barking near the edge. He stepped closer and saw a hand gripping the edge and a slight grunting noise. From the tone, it was female. He saw the rubble begin to wobble and begin to fall before he rushed over.
The girl hanging on felt the rubble begin to give away and she gave a shrill scream when it did. She clutched her eyes shut and hoped that she landed on something soft. A few seconds went by and she opened her eyes to see herself dangling in the air, staring into the dark abyss. She craned her head to the side to see a hand gripping the back of her hood before she was hoisted up slowly after a few seconds. After a few more seconds, she found her feet plant on the stable ground below her. She found herself looking up at a cloaked titan, and a large bag on his back that held countless supplies and items. Silence seemed to reign upon the two of them as they just stared at one another.
He said nothing as he picked up her weapon and handed it to her, waiting for her to accept it. A few seconds went by and she blinked a bit before accepting her weapon with silence. It wasn't like her to be silent but for some reason, she was during this encounter. It was like there was something that kept her mouth from moving or even to say thank you. A noise made her look to see the dog start to whimper. She went over to it and started to comfort it through pats but it was clear that it was afraid of the man in front of them.
She then turned to see him bring up his arm, stare at it for a few seconds, then put it down. He peered into the hole and observed it for around a minute, then to her shock, jumped in. She gave a shrill cry of surprise when he did and quickly rushed to the edge.
"Hey, wait!" She called out. Silence was the only thing that met her and she stared into the pitch black hole. The silence seemed to last for several minutes before she stepped back from the sinkhole and started to walk back to her camp. As she slowly walked back to it, her thoughts began to mull over. Who was he? For the most part it was just that one question over and over again. The one thing that seemed to stick out the most was his cloak. It was tattered, dirty, had a certain aura to it that held nothing but stories of travel. She didn't know why but for some reason something about him felt familiar, like she was meeting someone she wanted to always meet. There were thoughts that just clouded her mind as she walked with her dog to the camp.
It wasn't until she actually reached the camp did she come to the realization of who he was. The mysterious man that had saved her was the one her mother always told her and her sister for a bedtime story. It was of a man that wandered around Remnant, never stopping once. Jaune had said that he met someone that matched that description a few weeks ago. It wasn't until she realized that he had met the fable of the stories and wouldn't stop asking questions about him. Ren and Nora were too eager to tell the story about him, which only fueled her childish glee. When she finally reached camp, seemingly ignoring everyone's worried questions about her, did she finally realize who she met.
It was at this moment did Ruby Rose meet the Big Bad Wolf.
Six landed on the roof of an underground building. His boots seemed to create a small set of cracks on the roof below him and he peered at the underground city. It was an interesting sight to be honest, who knows what this could've been like had the entire expansion not failed. He looked down at his TACPAD then sent a signal, receiving one back after a minute. This one was stronger and he was finally able to get a location, it was then marked on his helmet and he breathed in relief at finally being able to find it. A sudden light appeared behind him and he looked over his shoulder to see two White Fang appear behind him.
They seemed shocked at the sudden sight of him but he didn't care and wasted no time in engaging them. He rushed up to the one on the right then jammed his index and middle finger into the location of the man's eyes. His fingers easily broke the mask and penetrated the man's eyes, making his scream in agony. Six then gripped his face and started to squeeze tightly, until he could feel the skull start to crack under the pressure before blood splattered all over the ground. He dropped the mangled corpse and turned to the other man, quickly rushing up to him and knocked the gun away. His hand clamped around the terrorist's throat tightly and he carried him over to the edge. Although he couldn't see it, he knew the man was terrified. Terrified that a monster was down here.
Six ignored the man's cries before breaking his neck effortlessly. The body dangled in his hand before he let go and watched it plummet off the side of the building; soon after he let go, there was a loud splat as the body impacted the ground. He could see blood begin to pool around the broken corpse before he turned to sight ahead. Crouching down, he brought out his DMR and aimed through the scope, peering across the underground city. His eyes closed and he focused his hearing, relishing in the quiet for a few seconds before he heard faint chatter. It took a few minutes but he picked up a location and peered through his scope again.
Several minutes of observing passed by and he jumped off the multistory building. He had to roll a few times to break his fall, there was slight pain but otherwise he was fine. It wasn't even agonizing pain, it was more along the lines of discomfort. While he could've went down the stairs, he needed to get to the train and sabotage it before it could leave. While he would like to use the explosives for any rubble that led to the facility, he figured that it would be more beneficial to destroy the train to keep it from leaving. If it meant that civilians could be kept from the catastrophe, then he'd push down his irritation of using his explosives. Lives were more important and the ones threatening the innocent lives needed to be eliminated.
He trekked through the abandoned streets and alleyways with purpose. As he got closer to his destination, he heard voices and eventually came across a rather large set of train tracks. He went to the corner of the building and placed his hand on the corner of it, peering around to see a train on the tracks. There were several White Fang spread out throughout the area and his eyes narrowed. They shouldn't be here. It didn't make any sense that they were this far out from the city, he knew that they only stayed in the city because of him. This gave him all the more reason to go into the city now. At first, he wasn't and was going to let the authorities handle them, but if they weren't doing anything about them... then he would. They were getting too bold now and he'd rather finally cut the head off the snake before it got too dangerous.
A White Fang looked towards his direction and he quickly went around the corner before they could even see him. He darted behind buildings, keeping the train in his sights before seeing several red blips on his motion sensor. It would be foolish to compromise his position before he could plant the explosives. Several White Fang spotted him and started to aim their weapons but he was quick. Before half of them could react, he reached onto his chest and brought out five throwing knives. He threw them at blinding speeds and blades were suddenly lodged into five terrorists' necks. The remaining two gaped at the sudden deaths of their comrades but noticed that he was already on them. Both tried to scream but he slammed his hand against the first one's throat, caving it in then gripped the second one's head. He twisted it quickly and listened their neck snap and their head turn 180 degrees around.
He ignored the wet gurgles of the ones choking on their blood and continued to dash past the abandoned buildings. Each building turned to blurs as he darted past each one before suddenly skidding to a stop when he reached the last one. He slowly dragged his body across the side of the building while peering left and right. A majority of the White Fang were near the back of the train, which meant that there were probably a few inside or near the front. Still, if his position were to be compromised then at least he could get on the train and get to the front. His current objective was to set explosives inside the controls and detonate it when he got a safe distance away. As long as the train never left its current position then he could detonate it and keep the locomotive grounded.
With a sudden burst of calculated speed, he dove through a cart, slashing the throat of a White Fang before making his way to the front. He rushed to the front of the train, crouched down a bit then jumped up onto the top of it. His boots hit the hard surface below him and he crouched down slightly before going to the rear of the engine. From the looks of it, it looked like a standard diesel train engine. He dropped down near the rear and the connected cable cart. As soon as he landed, the train started to move and he blinked once before prying the door open.
There was two White Fang near the controls saying something about how a group of huntresses were above ground. He wasted no time and quickly rushed up to them, the looks of horror on their faces would've been comical had he cared.
The first one managed to fire a gun at him and his shields flared up in response before he equipped his shotgun and fired it into one of them. Her body was suddenly thrown against the controls and a large hole was ripped into it, splattering blood and organs all over the controls. The second one fired the assault rifle at him and he just raised his arm to shield his helmet before turning the barrel of his shotgun at him. The White Fang's head suddenly burst open and a shower of red mist splattered against the window. He watched as the body crumbled to the ground and blood started to gush from the wound. This happened within a few seconds and the train was starting to pick up speed; he quickly looked around the controls before finding a lever. His hand gripped the body of the female and threw it behind him, ignoring the disgusting wet splat as it impacted the ground, then pulled the lever.
The train had already left the station, which was quite unfortunate and presented several problems, but he did manage to stop it before it could get too far. He noticed that the train continued but was slowing down as time progressed. Eventually it stopped and he started to place the a set of explosives on the controls. There were voices heading towards him and he aimed his shotgun at the door and waited for it to open. As soon as it opened and the White Fang looked it him, he pulled the trigger and watched their body fly back. Blood flew through the air and the body landed with a loud thump before he turned his sight to the others. They opened fire on him but all he did was take cover behind the door, firing a shell or two at the nearest members and killing them instantly. When two fell, the other three across the cart fired. He equipped his DMR and fired three shots. Each round sailed through the air and planted themselves into their skulls.
"Oh fuck!" One of them cried out before exiting the car. The remaining ones looked at him in fear and started to follow after. Only one managed to get out while the others fell over dead. He gunned them down mercilessly before rushing after the others. In the span of a few seconds, he was already in the other cart with the door in his hand. Some of them fell over in fear and tried to scramble away from him. Their hearts were pounding in their chests and threatened to break their rib cages. Terror clouded their minds and made them unable to move.
None of this mattered to Six. He felt nothing for them, they made their choice. Not every faunus was bad in his opinion since there were countless ones he's come across in the settlements. The White Fang were similar to insurrectionists, only more fanatical in his eyes.
He started to fire his DMR into the ones that were too scared to do anything. No amount of pleading would deter him from killing all of them. A single shot and the thumping of a dead body shook them all from their spots and try to fight back. They fired at him and his shields flared up in response but he retaliated by firing into the masses, killing three with instantly when the rounds entered their skulls. He rushed forward and equipped his shotgun, firing it twice and killing one that tried to jump at him before killing another that tried to slide underneath him. Their faces contorted into one of pure horror when they realized how fast he was, that no matter how many rushed at him or even tried to play it smart, he was ahead of them.
He watched as they started to run from him as he killed more. Each time they ran and exited a car, he was following shortly after. He started to barrel through doors and kill the White Fang that tried to ambush him before following the runners. The dozen or so White Fang that were running from him started to dwindle in numbers with each passing train car. Eventually, he came across the last car towards the end when he saw the final three survivors. There was a White Fang was slightly taller than Six and carried what looked like a combination of a chainsaw and a sword. Six saw his muscles tighten considerably while the other ones seemed to cower in absolute fear. He could tell they were terrified.
"You damn monster... they said you only roamed in the frontier." The man with the chainsword said.
"..." Six didn't respond, all he did was reload his shotgun then pump it.
"It doesn't matter, demon. The moment we kill you then we can start to show the humans our might." The man said. Six switched weapons then reloaded his DMR and quickly fired into the other two. Their bodies slumped against the corners of the car and there was no one left but the tall man. Six could tell he held authority and was possibly the highest ranking member here. It would be wise to keep him alive to give up the locations of the other White Fang cells.
The man rushed at him, swinging his chainsaw in a wide arc horizontally. Six ducked underneath it then sidestepped the next attack, throwing a single jab at the man's chest and knocking him back a bit. His fists tightened up and he held his arms up defensively. He waited until the man rushed at him again and started to swing his chainsaw at him again. The man seemed to learn from his first mistake then sent his foot out to kick Six in his chest, but the Spartan knocked it to the side before grabbing it. Six threw the man to the side of the cart easily then kicked his chest. He didn't give the man any breathing room before hauling him to his feet and striking him in several sensitive spots on his chest. While the man was experienced, he was used to overpowering his opponents using his size. Six was used to technique and using his augmentations in tandem.
It's what differentiated Six from his enemies. He used everything at his disposal. While he was used to having his suit on a majority of the time and was fairly certain it helped him win battles, he always kept an open mind about his opponent. His suit merely assisted him. It was his skill and experience that made him a force to be reckoned with.
The man charged all of his aura into his arms and hit Six in his forearms, making him stumble a bit before rushing at the Spartan. He suddenly engulfed Six in a bear hug and poured all of his aura into his arms, waiting to hear the crack of bones. Six sighed then flicked his arms out, making the man's arms spread out suddenly, then reared his hands outwards. He then slammed both his open palms against the man's ears and made him scream in pain. Six then delivered a swift strike to the man's diaphragm then another one to his ribs. While the man was slightly stunned, Six then knocked a punch to the side before kicking the man's right knee out.
The man couldn't breath and he couldn't get past the intense ringing in his ears. He wanted to run. Run away from this thing that threatened to annihilate the entire Fang. They were tired of the faunus being pushed around and wanted to step up. At first, it was just being more forceful with their protests before that eventually turned to more violent actions to get rights. This lasted for a while, it was working for the next few months before this... thing showed up. When their violent actions started to spread into the frontier, that was when this thing showed up. The monster of the frontier and the demon that made every White Fang shake in their boots. In their eyes, he was a demon. One that showed no mercy to them and restricted them to the city, where they had to live in the gutters like rats.
"W-Wait..." The man raised his left arm shakily.
"..." Six didn't respond and grabbed the arm, slamming an open palm against the elbow and listened to the crack. He heard the man scream in pain but ignored it. All he did was continue his assault. He threw the limp appendage aside before gripping the man's shoulders then slamming his knee upwards, breaking the mask easily as well as the man's nose. The aura had long since been broken from his strikes. Blood shot from the man's nose like a geyser and the man stumbled. Six twisted his foot to the side then it shot forward towards the man's right knee. Another sickening crack was heard as he watched the leg bend backwards and the man fall to the ground.
Screams echoed throughout the train car as the giant faunus tried to crawl away. His left arm bent backwards and his right leg bent at an unnatural angle. His mask fell apart and Six saw the fearful expression adorn the man's face as he crawled backwards weakly. Nothing was said as Six just walked towards him silently, his boots were the only sound besides the crawling of the man's body and his pleas. He felt nothing for the man before him. All he did was stalk closer and closer to him before gripping his neck then throwing him into one of the walls violently. The side of the train car seemed to warp with how hard he threw the man.
"You will give me everything you know about the White Fang in Vale. I will not ask twice nor will I show mercy if you do not comply." Six said evenly. He brought out his knife then placed it against the man's throat. He watched as the man's face seemed to morph into one of pure terror. Each question he asked, he would be given the truthful answer to. Ten minutes of sensitive information logged into Six's brain that would serve him greatly. The man beneath him went from being a proud member to a fearful animal after one beating. Six's expression never wavered from his calm, collected one as he listened to the man shakily answer. Eventually, the man ran out of information and Six decided that he wasn't worth keeping alive. It was worse that he was a Lieutenant of the White Fang, but was willing to give up information so easily.
"You're going to let me go, right?" The Lieutenant asked.
"..." Six stared at him before pressing his knife against the Lieutenant's throat harshly, and whipped it to the side. Blood sprayed from the wound and landed against the walls and windows of the train car. He watched as the faunus below him reached out shakily and while he stared at him with an indifferent expression, before he stood up and left. The last thing the Lieutenant saw was Six's figure slowly start to disappear as his vision faded away.
His final thoughts were of how he ended up. He saw countless victims of his actions pleading for their lives while he executed them. Ironic how he thought himself as a righteous freedom fighter. It only took one encounter with a demon to show him that he was just a mere insect.
One that had recently been squashed.
Six walked down the long tunnel in silence. His back was facing the train before he reached into his bag and he pulled out a detonator. A slight amount of pressure was all he needed to feel the force of the explosion on his back. The gust of wind blew his cloak as he walked away from the fire. That was the only thing that illuminated the dark tunnel while he traversed through it. He was glad that he had two sets of explosives in case something like this were to occur. Sabotaging a White Fang operation really wasn't on his list of agendas to accomplish but he was glad that he did, otherwise there would've been a catastrophe. The train was immobile now that the engine was destroyed, a majority of the White Fang were deceased, and he had managed to gather some information. It seems after he gets this facility up and running, he might travel into the city and eliminate the White Fang. Another thing he could do was give an anonymous tip to the authorities.
This just added another set of problems that he had to deal with. He'd manage though, if he were to bring down the Vale branch of the White Fang, then it would have to be when he was closer to the city. For the most part, he'd let huntsmen and huntresses or the local authorities handle them. Someone needed to keep an eye on the outer settlement on Remnant and he'd be the one to do that. Plus, traveling meant he could get to each facility and have more supplies at his disposal. There was also the fact that he had to either contain or kill this woman that threatened humanity.
A deep sigh escaped his lips at the amount of problems, but it was good. This kept him busy as he journeyed to get off the planet and get back to the UNSC. The ground below him kicked up dust and dirt each time he took a step. This could've been an interesting place to visit had it not fallen but there was nothing that could be done. Poor planning and defenses caused this so he didn't feel anything.
Minutes turned to tens of minutes as he walked through the tunnel, towards the objective on his helmet. He saw that he was getting closer and closer as time passed on. As he came back to the stop the train was originally at, he looked to see a small crater near one of the buildings. That wasn't there before. He knew what that spot looked like because he had originally been there for a few seconds, before going around the buildings to the train. His DMR was equipped and he went up to the spot, kneeling down and rubbing some of the rubble between his fingers. It was flicked from his fingers and he stood up to his full height before looking around carefully, scanning every detail that seemed out of place.
A noise to his right made him perk up and go on alert. His motion tracker picked up an unknown blip near one of the walls of an abandoned building. As he walked towards it, he heard the sound of breathing on the other side. It seemed to quicken as he got closer until he was on the other side of the wall. His hand brushed up against the broken building carefully before stopping at a certain spot. Nothing was heard for the next few seconds before his fist clenched tightly and he sent it through the wall. It burst through easily. Several surprised cries were heard and he gripped the collar of the nearest person before hauling them through the wall.
He swung them around quickly and lifted then in the air by the neck. In his hands was a rather lanky individual with messy green hair and round glasses. The man seemed shocked that he was being held effortlessly in the air, but also because of the man in front of him. He had heard from Ozpin that the man in front of him was hard to find, and that he was to try and convince him to discuss some things at Beacon.
"Good evening, sir. If I may ask, may you put me down?" The man asked.
"..." Six just stared at him. He stared at the man in front of him with slightly narrowed eyes and kept him up in the air. The man on the other hand, felt extremely uncomfortable as time passed. A suffocating feeling was starting to clog his throat up.
"Sir?" The man asked.
"Those four, behind the wall. Tell them to come out and lower their weapons." Six ordered. He knew that there were four others because he saw their blips on his motion tracker. They armed their weapons because he could hear them do it.
"I have no idea what you're-" The man suddenly choked when Six's hand went from his collar to his throat in an instant.
"Now..." Six ordered.
"Girls... come out... and lower your weapons..." The green haired man gagged. Six watched as four teenage girls seemed to slowly creep around the corner. Their weapons were out and aimed but they seemed to lower them as ordered. The first one had a red and black attire on and looked like a splitting image of someone he knew all too well. He sighed when he guessed that this was Ruby Rose, Summer's daughter. The next one was a girl with long blonde hair, a large bust, and had gauntlets around her wrists. A girl in all white attire with piercing blue eyes, a scar over one of her eyes, and a rapier as a weapon seemed to stare at him. The final girl was wearing all black with some white on her clothes. She had a bow on her head that would twitch every few seconds, and amber eyes. When he stared into her eyes, he saw nothing but pure fear.
She looked absolutely terrified that he was standing right there and every primal instinct she had was telling her to run. It was the same look the White Fang had before he killed them. His eyes seemed to narrow in suspicion and he knew that she knew, because he saw her flinch when he turned his gaze to her. If she were to be a threat then he'd eliminate her, if not then he'd leave her alone.
He looked at the man dangling in his arms then set him down roughly before shoving him back. Both parties seemed to stare at one another in silence before Summer's daughter, Ruby, broke it.
"Oh my gosh! It's you! I didn't think I'd ever get to meet you! Mom would always tell me and Yang bed time stories about you and your travels. She said that you were this really cool mysterious guy that always wore a cloak. She said it was like you were-" She seemed to ramble on. A quiet sigh escaped his lips and was barely audible as he listened to the doppelganger of Summer. She was just like her mother. Loud, hyper, and never seemed to know when to stop. As much as he'd like to listen to her talk like her mother does, he really didn't have the time. To add onto that, he really didn't want to. It's why he started to walk away, ignoring the surprised cries of the the others.
"Wait! Where are you going? I never got to thank you for saving me!" She cried out.
"You don't need to thank me." Six said calmly as he continued to walk.
"So cool!" She gushed quietly before zooming up to him. He had to stop when a flurry of rose petals suddenly surrounded him and she was in front of him.
"..." He just stared at her as she continued to gush about him. Pretty soon the blonde one was in front of him and gushing also. The longer he looked at her, the more she looked like Raven Branwen. He guessed that this was her daughter, yet she seemed nothing like her mother. All he did was stare at the two as they looked at him with stars in their eyes and he sighed the longer they droned on.
"While I would enjoy this whole meeting your idol topic, we need to get back on our mission. Girls, look around for clues while I discuss some things with this man!" The green-haired individual exclaimed quickly.
"But professor-" The blonde started.
"Doctor!" He corrected suddenly.
"Right, doctor. We haven't even gotten his autograph yet!" She whined.
"There may be another time. For now, let's search around for criminal activity!" He said.
"Come one, sis. We'll meet him again. I think." Ruby said to the blonde. The older girl seemed a little crestfallen but nodded and followed her team, she could see that Ruby was bummed out though. It seemed that the silver-eyed girl really wanted him to say something. She had heard countless stories of how he was a living legend within the frontier and it had always been her dream to come face to face with him. Her and her older sister wished for nothing but that.
"Now, my mysterious fellow. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Doctor Bartholomew Oobleck-" The man started to introduce, only to give a sudden cry of shock when Six was suddenly vacant from his spot. He looked ahead to see Six walking away from him and was already quite a distance away. Oobleck quickly rushed up to Six and stood in front of him, ignoring the look of the Spartan.
"Move." Six said calmly.
"While I will admit that it was a bit rude of you to ignore me. I have been informed that you are quite brutally honest." Oobleck stated.
"..." Six just stared at him before walking past him again. He didn't have time to associate with a disheveled huntsman.
"If you would just take a moment of your time to hear what I have to say." Oobleck said.
"Tell Headmaster Ozpin I am not interested. I will never be interested nor do I care." Six said evenly.
"I wasn't here to recruit you. Personally, I know when to back off when someone is not interested." Oobleck said.
"Yet you came after me just now." Six countered as he turned to look over his shoulder.
"I wanted to ask you if you had seen any criminal activity. We all heard an explosion recently down the tunnel and suspected that there were criminals, specifically White Fang in the area. I suspect that you had something of value for us." Oobleck said.
"... Look around." Six said calmly. He began to walk away again and saw that the man wasn't following him anymore. The only sound was boots impacting the ground below and the most relieving sight was the objective getting closer and closer again. Several times he had to make sure the man nor the huntresses weren't following him. In fact, he didn't directly go to the objective until he saw them find a way out of the underground metro. Their faces were green and everyone, with the exception of Oobleck, looked traumatized. He suspected they had found the train full of dead bodies. Yes, he could've been more clean with his kills but there was nothing that could be done about it.
All he did was trail them until they found a way out. Once he was sure they were out, he began his trek back to the location of the facility. Past the train stop, through some abandoned buildings, and other obstacles, he found what he was looking for. A large pile of rubble that looked like a collapsed building had fallen on it. He observed the surrounding area and begun to haul different sizes of rubble out of the way for the next several minutes. The only sound was of him moving rubble and throwing it to the side haphazardly. Eventually this continued on for around fifteen minutes before he found himself at a satisfactory spot. He set the charges in some of the nooks of the remaining rubble.
Once the remaining explosives were set, he walked a few yards away then took cover behind a fallen building. He clicked the detonator and listened to the sudden explosion. Dust kicked up and the ground seemed to shake underneath him while he just peeked around the building to see a dark hole now. Tiny bits and pieces of rubble seemed to still fall from above but he ignored it as he walked towards the dark hole. He turned on his night vision and entered the hole, equipping his DMR in case something were to be in here with him.
All was silent as he just traversed through the dark tunnel, aiming his weapon when he heard the slightest sound. Tens of minutes passed by before he was thrown into darkness. He was probably halfway through his trek through the tunnel before his night vision turned off suddenly. His hand hit the side of his helmet before sighing when he realized that his suit was starting to lose some of its functions. The remaining power supply was starting to run low, this only fueled his drive to get the facility powered up faster. He turned on the small flashlight on his DMR then continued.
Slowly but surely, the walls started to look more metallic as he walked more. The ground below seemed to slope downwards and this continued for the next few minutes. He had arrived at a door that was like the main facility, only slightly smaller. The sound of his armored boots impacting the ground echoed as he went up to the door and rubbed his hand on it. The same light as before appeared and soon after, a small console near the right of the door materialized. Now that it was his second time doing this, he went up to it and activated it. It disintegrated the moment he took his hand off and the doors opened quickly. The sudden darkness in here was more comforting than the one outside.
Soon, the dim lights seemed to hum to life and the facility started to glow. It took almost a minute for everything to finally be illuminated enough for him to turn off his flashlight. He put his DMR on his back and walked forward, noticing that this facility was more simplistic than the main one. It only had three pathways, each one sealed behind a door. His attention was suddenly caught when a ramp appeared near the middle of the room. Shortly after the ramp appeared; a small, blue hard light bridge had materialized. A disk-like platform slowly floated down from the ceiling and snapped into place where the hard light catwalk ended.
He walked up the ramp calmly and across the bridge. When he reached the platform, two openings in it appeared and two handles slowly came up. Little orbs were lighting up and he waited until they were fully illuminated before placing his hands on them. He closed his eyes as the sudden feeling like the last facility appeared and he let go quickly. His shields were taken down and the alarming beeping noise reached his ears. A few seconds went by and the familiar hum of his shields returning to full capacity made him sigh in relief. He looked down at his hands then clenched his fists tightly, listening to the flexing of the material before letting them go. For some reason, it just felt comforting when he did that.
"Oh, how wonderful!" Auspicious Spark exclaimed. Her shell materialized from the ceiling and she zoomed around the facility; opening doors, creating bridges, checking the status of the facility. She was basically doing a routine check of the complex.
"..." He just stared at her.
"I must thank you, Reclaimer. It has been so long since I've been in this much control, but we still are barely scratching the surface I'm afraid." She sighed. Although she had said that, she truly was ecstatic that he managed to get his up and running.
"You agreed to help me with another power supply for my suit." He said evenly.
"That is correct." She said as she went up to him and started to scan him. A hum was heard from her for the next minute or so, until she was done and gave a small series of beeps.
"Are you finished?" He asked.
"I am. It is truly remarkable, not as remarkable as Forerunner energy sources, but it is interesting." She said. He followed her down the ramp and then towards the right hallway. Near the very end was a small platform that could fit at least three people. Rings of light surrounded him and spun around several times before he felt his stomach lurch forward. He stumbled forward when the rings disappeared and the Monitor was in front of his face, prompting him to push her away.
"We are back at the main facility?" He asked.
"Yes. The more facilities you get underneath my control, the more choices you have in regards of travel." She answered. He nodded then followed her to the main atrium. It had been so many months since he's been here and it felt odd that he just traveled across the whole continent, only to be put back to another side in an instant. More humming was heard on her part while he just silently followed her. She droned on and on about when she got all the facilities underneath her control, how much data she could collect. He just listened silently and nodded when she turned to look at him. Both of them on their way to make him a new power core so he can keep his suit but also boost his signal.
He chose to ignore her when she claimed that he had made such a mess back at Mount Glenn. That she had sealed off the hole he created with artificial rubble while her sentinels scanned the area. Her voice was drowned out that he should've done something about the amount of bodies he left on the train, each one more viciously killed than the last. She didn't seem too mad though, they were getting close to the facility, too close for her taste. Like before, he ignored this and continued to follow her.
Mountain Glenn was part of his hunting grounds now.
Hello, everyone. This is another chapter. I'll keep it short because I'm dead tired and I have an exam that I've been studying for now.
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So, yes. Reviews are answered and a chapter is posted. Yay. Anyways, I don't have much to say other than sorry if it isn't up to your standards and you guys know that I post whenever. Thanks for sticking with this, you guys. I don't have much to say other than I'm fine up here in my noggin so don't go worrying. I'll just... live around these things. Let's go though, I'm running on fumes at this point but can't do anything but keep on trucking. So uh, bye guys...