Six had taken his armor off and it was currently on top of a table. He ran through everything and was currently working alongside the Monitor to make him a new core. The process was long and agonizing, it was a very delicate process that could literally kill him if he wasn't careful, much to the Monitor's slight irritation. It took them a total of seven hours before the new core was set gently on the table while the other one sat idly nearby. She was going to dispose of it but he stopped her, a thought crossed his mind that if he were to be captured. He could use the unstable core to set off a chain reaction with his new one, destroying his armor and killing the offenders in the process. When he told her that, she merely stated several problems that could arise if he were to continue with this, he didn't care. All he requested was a container to carry it around in safely. She stared at him for several long seconds while he did the same before she disappeared for a few minutes with the old core.
Several minutes passed by and she returned with something trailing behind her. It was the size of a scroll and had a cylindrical shape to it, a dull hum would come out from it every so often whenever he rotated it. The object was dropped into his hand and he nodded at the Monitor before placing it inside of his bag. Silence seemed to bask over them while he carefully placed the new core inside of his armor then clean it. All she did was watch him clean his armor with precision while his face remained flat as ever, he didn't look at her until he was done. The only time he looked at her was when she brought up the fact that his signal was boosted, to which he would nod then turn back to his task at hand.
"Reclaimer, the next facility is within this continent. I hope you will get it up and running soon." She said. It may have seemed like she was pressing but in reality she was just eager. With the facilities underneath her control, she could finally go back to researching in the background like before, studying life itself without bothering anyone. She would be destroyed if she were to interfere with anything that didn't threaten the Instillation or the facilities. This overall meant she could not cause harm to the inhabitants of the Instillation unless they threatened the facilities.
"I will work on it." He said calmly as he finished cleaning his armor. She turned her chassis away as he changed into his armor and put the spare clothes inside of the bag, folding them up neatly to provide the same amount of room as before. Several minutes had passed and his armor was on with the exception of his helmet. His thumb brushed over the visor before flipping it over and placing his hands on the edges of it, putting it on his head and waiting for the systems to boot up. The familiar hum of his shields and his status was a welcoming sight. He ran several diagnostic checks before breathing in relief when he saw that everything was the same, better than before. It was so welcoming to see that his suit was back at full capacity. It truly was.
The only noise that seemed to meet his ears was the hum of the facility and its machinery, and the sound of him putting his supplies in his bag before closing it. As he was putting his cloak back on, he stopped when a Sentinel was hovering over him, it held a construct in its arm-like appendages. Nothing was said as he looked at the Monitor for an explanation and she nodded pleasantly.
"Consider this a gift from me. I did state that you would be rewarded for your efforts in getting facilities up and running." She said.
"You are rewarding me through boosting my signal. What is it?" He asked.
"This is the Z-750 Special Application Sniper Rifle, but many of the Forerunners simply called it the Binary Rifle." She informed with a pleasant beep. He stared at the Sentinel before taking the weapon out of its arms and watched it go back to its duties. Some parts of the rifle seemed to float in the air before they snapped into place with several mechanical noises. He watched it assemble in interest before rotating it in his hands, inspecting it carefully before aiming in. The one thing he noticed as a large orange beam when he aimed in, which in turn didn't suite him well. It gave away his position too easily and would present several problems.
"Is something the matter?" She asked.
"The orange beam, it would give away my position. Is there a way to remove it?" He asked, looking up at her.
"Unfortunately, no. Although there is a way for me to dim the beam considerably." She said.
"..." He nodded and waited for her to command a Sentinel to take the rifle away. She disappeared also for the next several minutes, all he did was inspect his weapons before placing them on his back, though that brought up another problem. The rifle itself was long and had some weight to it, he didn't know where he would place it. He couldn't place it on his back and he couldn't just carry it around all over the place. His thoughts began to run and he concentrated on what he could do about this predicament. It was a piece of interesting technology, and it would serve him well in regards of long range skirmishes, but he just needed to find a place to put it. Maybe he could ask the Monitor to disassemble it so he could place it in his back, he would have to organize his belonging around but that could be an easy fix.
Tens of minutes seemed to gone by before the Monitor returned, the Sentinel following her. He watched as it hovered towards him and held out the Binary Rifle, he gripped the weapon with both hands and inspected it again. When he aimed in, he noticed that the beam was still there and was about to turn towards the Monitor but she beat him to the punch.
"The beam is still visible but one would need to strain their eyes to see it. It is not glaring like before, I have done what I am able to do for it." She said.
"... It is fine." He nodded then started to think. While the weight was light in his hands, it still begged the question of where he would put it. He fell silent for the next several minutes as he thought about this. He stared at the Monitor for the next several minutes, just thinking. She grew very uncomfortable at his never ending gaze. There were times she wished she wasn't programmed to feel uncomfortable, at least she could handle his staring.
"Sometimes I wished I wasn't programmed to feel uncomfortable. Stop staring!" She shouted at him.
"I do not have a place to put this weapon." He said.
"An easy fix! Press the button near the firing mechanism." She said. He looked at her then did as he was instructed before watching as the Binary Rifle seemed to suddenly disassemble and float in the air. The pieces spun around several times before they started to split into five separate smaller fragments then start to snap into place quickly. They were cylindrical in shape and about the size of his forearms while the final one was about the size of his entire right arm. Two of constructs snapped around his both of his forearms, two snapped around his thighs, and the final one snapped directly between his two weapons on his back. This barely deterred his movement at all, for the size of the sniper, it was rather light in his hands.
"Ammunition?" He looked at her.
"Ionized particles." She informed.
"Weight, length, and width?" He asked.
"The weight is 16.1 kilograms, the length is 190.5 centimeters, and the width is 12.6 centimeters." She informed.
"Is there any extra ammunition I can carry on me?" He asked. She nodded her chassis and a Sentinel soon came out with a cube full of ammunition for the weapon. He took it from the construct and watched it leave before placing the cube into his bag then closing it.
"If I may ask, why have you asked for so much?" She asked.
"I do not know when I will get the facility up, this is just a necessary precaution." He answered curtly.
"I see, so you have assumed that only I can make the ammunition for you." She said.
"Yes." He nodded.
"Precisely." She beamed brightly.
"..." He looked at her before grabbing his cloak, throwing it around himself and putting on his hood, his bag was thrown over his shoulder shortly after. As he began to walk towards the exit, he noticed that she seemed to zoom around before stopping in front of him.
"Reclaimer..." She trailed off.
"...What is it?" He asked.
"While I am not allowed to directly interfere, there is a matter that you should look into." She said.
"..." He didn't say anything, which prompted her to continue.
"There is a large Grimm that lies dormant underneath the mountaintop near Mount Glenn. Judging by your character, I assume you intend to destroy the life form before it becomes a problem." She assumed.
"..." He nodded at the alarming news. This was a problem, had she told him earlier then he would have cut his trip to the city and handled this creature.
"I have taken the liberty to study this creature and theorized that it shall remain dormant until mass panic in effect. It has lied dormant for countless years and is not intending to awaken anytime soon." She informed him.
"... I will handle this." He said, walking towards the grid. She quickly went in front of him and stopped him while he just stared at her.
"I know you will, but while you are doing your tasks, I will create a set of explosives to eliminate the creature." She said.
"I assumed you would like to have study it?" He gestured.
"I have studied it in the past, when it roamed free. I have seen that it creates more Grimm in its wake and this in turn threatens the facility. The Grimm are an infection in my viewpoint, but it is one that I cannot completely purge like the Flood." She said.
"... When will you have these explosives ready?" He asked.
"Soon, but I will wait for you to finish your task first. This is a very delicate process, one that is extremely volatile if not handled correctly." She informed.
"... I see." He said quietly then left. She watched him go towards the teleportation grid and watched him leave towards the other facility. It wasn't in her parameters to directly interfere with the status of the Instillation. Technically, she shouldn't have even told him but she viewed the Grimm as an infestation, one that could not be purged completely unfortunately.
"..." She spun around before going back to her task at hand, crafting the explosives in order to get rid of this Grimm. To her, this certain type was nothing short of a Flood spore, that gave her all the reason to finally cut her research short.
Six had caught a transport to the city during the night. It wasn't anything special, just a convoy truck that could hold his weight. The ride there was only about two hours but it beat walking inside and having to get checked by the inhabitants of the city. One of the drivers from a nearby settlement had offered him a ride, saying it was the least he could do for coming to the settlement at times. Once the truck was finished with the inspection, Six jumped from the back and hit his fist against the side in appreciation for the ride. He watched the truck head down towards the street and turn a corner eventually, finally disappearing from his sight.
He didn't waste any time before he took off towards a dark alley. He climbed the side of a building quickly by latching onto the edges of windows, quick enough to where the people inside barely saw him, then eventually went to the top and crouched near the edge of a tall building. His eyes had scanned the city carefully as his thoughts began to mull over. Realistically, he had no starting point to where he should even began to look. Although, the deceased Lieutenant had stated that he should start looking towards the more poor districts, specifically one where poor faunus would reside. It wasn't much but it was something.
He jumped across gaps of tall buildings that were able to be crossed easily, only reconsidering when he knew he couldn't make it. He did this for around an hour before he stopped and looked over a building, throwing his body over and hanging onto the edge before slowly going down. He gripped onto anything that could support his weight before his boots hit the ground. Dirty water splashed when he finally impacted the ground and he looked around to see himself in a dark alley, he spotted a trashcan that was on fire, surrounded by homeless people. He walked up to them and ignored their startled cries when he approached them.
"Do you know where the the industrial district is? Specifically the poorer areas?" He asked.
"We know, but it'll cost ya." One of them said. He stared at them for several seconds, which in turn made them uncomfortable, it was like something was challenging his dominance. Before they could actually say anything, he produced a few cans of food and set it near them, six in total. They went to go greedily grab them but he suddenly stopped them and stared down at them, making them shiver. He actually had no intentions of harming them unless they proved to be hostile, but he wasn't going to let them walk over him.
"You will receive the food when you give me information." He said evenly.
"Fine..." One of them sighed. They began to tell him about the areas he requested, some of which was unknown to some people. The next thing they told him was different routes that proved to be the fastest way and some that proved to be a more secretive way, many required him to head into the sewer system. He nodded at each thing they said then stepped back and watched them grab the cans quickly. It wasn't that big of a deal for him to give them food, he had enough lien to buy more and this proved to be more beneficial in his eyes. These people were barely scraping by, and while they would have liked for him to give them lien, food was their best option.
"Say... you seem awfully familiar." One of them pointed out.
"..." He didn't say anything and just stared at them.
"My cousin's from beyond the walls. She says there's someone like you, helping folks out here and there. Said that if we were never to attack you or sell you out then you were pretty much good fortune." They said.
"..." He still didn't say anything, all he did was continue to stare as the person in front of him rambled on.
"If anything, good on you. Us lot were getting hungry and it beats begging for scraps. Say, cut you a deal, if you give us at least some medicine from the store a little ways away, we'll give you some good info." The person reasoned. He stared at the five people in front of him, noticing that they were poor to the point where an illness could take their life. Giving medicine wasn't troublesome, he rarely got sick and he often used it for people, food was stretching it though. He needed to be careful with how he spent his lien, but information about the city was necessary.
"Jeez, you sure are a quiet one." One of the older ones mumbled. Nothing was said as he just bent down and reached in his bag. As much as they wanted to look inside, they knew he would just close his bag before they actually got a chance to look. They watched him fish inside before producing a couple of bottles of liquid then setting them down on the ground below. Six knew how expensive medicine was and he didn't have a problem with giving what medicine he had away, so long as it was used correctly.
"This medicine may not be as good as the ones in the stores, but it will heal your illness." He said evenly. They listened as he instructed them of the effects each medicine and that it was potent enough to heal an illness within a day or two. While they were expecting him to get them store brand medicine, this was a much better deal. Medicine from the frontier is rumored to be better for those who don't have an aura and those who do. People who live in the frontier and study the field of medicine are considered gems in the city.
"Well, this is unexpected..." One of them mumbled.
"Will this suffice?" Six asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah! It will. More than that actually..." The man blinked in surprise. He had heard rumors from his cousin out in the frontier, but he merely dismissed as nothing. Seeing that those rumors of the man was true made him second guess everything... which meant that the legend within the frontier was real.
"Then I require the information." Six said evenly. The people in front of him blinked, to them his voice was cold, it seemed to put them at a state of unease. Deep down though, they knew he didn't mean any harm, he just wanted them to give him information. Granted, he could kill them if they attacked him but he wouldn't go out of his way to cause unnecessary harm to them if they didn't give him information, he'd just leave and not come back.
The next forty minutes to an hour was spent telling him all that they knew; routes, alleyways, people, directions, areas of interest, and other things that he would find useful. He nodded at each thing they said, indicating that he was still listening, then bid them farewell. They promised him that if he were to stop by with more food or medicine then they'd have some more information at the ready since they went scavenging often.
Word often spreads fast within the homeless, much faster than the rate of the untamed frontier.
He only operated at night, during the day he would keep himself hidden within the dark alleys or underpasses. While he had only been here for a week, much of the homeless in the area often knew of him. The only thing that kept him from giving them food was when he needed it or wanted information, other than that they would ask if he had extra. For the most part, they left him alone and didn't ask where he went when he disappeared. A majority of them felt a state of ease when he was in the area, they just had to get past his silent and cold demeanor first. His presence alone kept most thugs away. Most quickly found out that he wasn't one for physical contact and often went defensive when someone tried to get close to him. His tattered cloak helped him fit in with the homeless and no one often looked twice.
Whenever he left for the next area, many would give him cheerful goodbyes and wish him the best of luck. This unnerved him for some reason, despite him being on this planet for years and receiving positive attention, he still wasn't used to it. He never would be. His wall of distrust was suddenly thrown up again and reinforced while his focus was completely on the White Fang. They were starting to slowly realize that he was here, each and every complex he left would result in bodies piling up. On his second day of being in the city, he found a complex of White Fang and swiftly killed them, leaving a total of twelve bodies scattered around. He always left the highest ranking one alive before killing them shortly after. They were terrified of him, scared that he was in the city now, hunting them.
He didn't care. No amount of pleading would deter him from finally eradicating this branch of them.
Another factor that he didn't enjoy was Atlas military was rumored to be arriving soon. Whatever reason, he didn't care, all he cared about was getting rid of the Fang then leaving shortly after. His prey was the White Fang, not individuals from Atlas. If they got in his way then he'd show no mercy, he never has and he never will. His patterns of attack were just any White Fang that was caught on his radar, they were calculated, yet wild at the same time. It wasn't long before he made the news. In total, he had managed to take out three White Fang complexes and left a total of forty bodies scattered around. He would continue to do so, the only thing that slowed him down was the military and police, occasionally a huntsman or huntress.
It was his second week of being here and he had managed to find out about another complex. He was on top of a building, aiming in with his DMR. Despite the White Fang now knowing he was here in the city, they still chose to carry out their operations. It would've made any Insurrectionists shake their head in shame about the stupidity of such actions. At least with the Insurrection, they had at least a vague idea on how to be secretive when they wanted to be, and know when to strike. It made them unpredictable at times, and that made them dangerous. The White Fang seemed to just want to cause unnecessary damage, without rhyme or reason. He had heard from some of the homeless how they lost some loved ones since some of the Fang had chose their resting spots and bomb locations and killings.
Not all of the homeless were pleasant to be around, and some were dangerous due to their circumstances, but that didn't justify for using their resting spots as an example. They were civilians in his eyes, and that gave Six all the more reason to finally eradicate the White Fang in Vale. Who knows where their next target location would be and he really didn't want to think of the damage they could cause if he was reckless.
A warehouse in the industrial district had tight guard patrol, presumably because of him. They checked everyone thoroughly and he simply observed them from afar, thinking about the best possible entrance he could enter through. The front had too many guards and they would scatter as soon as the doors closed, he wanted to seal them off to make sure none of them escaped. Both of the side doors had three or more guards, so chances of one of them creating a noise was high, plus there were two that he had to deal with, which meant he needed to act fast. The back though... that had a somewhat more manageable amount, with a lax two guards. His attention was brought to the eye scanner in the back, only letting individuals of the White Fang in.
He waited and observed until it was around midnight before choosing to strike. As soon as the time was right, he jumped off the side of the building. A spiderweb of cracks appeared on the ground and some of the White Fang went to go investigate the noise, but he was already gone. It barely took any time before he was at the back of the building, observing as the two guards tensed up at the slightest sound. He equipped his knife and threw it forward, striking the one on the right in his throat. The one on the left was about to cry out but Six rushed up to him and slammed his entire arm in his mouth. His hand came out from the back of the skull and the terrorist's eyes rolled to the back of his head.
A wet, horrifying ripping noise was heard as Six gripped the man's chest and wretched his hand free, flicking off any blood from his hand. He looked at the guard suffocating with the knife in his throat before gripping the man's head and his knife. He then pulled both in opposite directions and listened to the cracking of bone and the tearing of flesh as he tore the head from its shoulders. Blood leaked profusely from the mutilated neck and he held it up to his eye level before prying one of the eye lids open some more and holding it up to the scanner.
The light glared brightly against the eyes of the mutilated head and a beep was heard, soon after the unlocking of the door. He simply dropped the head behind him and headed inside, closing the door shortly after. The area was a lot darker than what he had actually anticipated but it mattered not to him, he could see just fine without his night vision and he saw that it was a gathering of White Fang. From what he counted, there were twenty individuals at ground level, four on the catwalk, and one on the podium. That's not to mention the five at the front entrance and the six on the sides.
"..." He observed the White Fang from his spot of cover, listening to the one on the podium preach about coming together. How a demon was in the city now and they needed to be strong. The closer he looked, the more fear he saw in the man. There needed to be a way for him to take out a majority quickly, he didn't have any explosives. Maybe... maybe he didn't need explosives. He still had fire and ice Dust. If he were to combine those then he'd be able to create a large screen of steam that could conceal him and then he could strike. He fished in his bag and brought out two vials of Dust then rushed towards the middle, ignoring the startled cries of the White Fang before he slammed both of the vials on the ground. As expected, they burst open and a reaction was caused. Steam flooded complex and everyone's sight was clouded.
He equipped his DMR and fired to his left on the catwalk. Two bodies landed on the metal surface and the catwalk vibrated before he fired two more to his right, killing the other two.
Thirty-two remained.
His DMR was swapped out for his shotgun and he fired into the closest one, throwing the body into a group before turning his sights to the next one. A hole was ripped in their torso and splattered the ground with blood. The sound of a shell impacting the ground made him turn around and fire two more into a pair of White Fang. Only twenty-eight remained at this point. The steam was still strong but it was clear that it would start to disappear soon. He fired two more times and killed two more before gripping the nearest one and holding them hostage, using their gun to kill another terrorist. He suddenly swung around and used the hostage to block oncoming fire, the woman screamed as rounds created holes in her body before going limp. The body was thrown at the group and he disappeared into the steam.
Twenty-four.
His knife was brought out and he ran by two terrorists, slashing their throats and disappearing once again. Each terrorist collected their wits and aimed their weapons forward and would fire whenever they thought they saw him. He dashed through a group and killed another one with a throat slash before disappearing once again. A group of three were suddenly dragged further into the fog. Their bodies hitting the ground made the others jump in alarm. Each time he killed one, their fear would grow and throw them into a more frenzied state. This in turn made them make rash decisions that would have otherwise guaranteed their survival.
Eighteen left.
By this time, the remaining ones that were outside suddenly rushed inside to come across a foggy complex. They remained outside the steam and aimed their weapons in the area, hearing bodies dropping suddenly. There were screams and they saw one of their comrades suddenly rush out with horror stricken on their face before a hand gripped their collar and dragged them back inside. They wanted to rush in, truly they did but this would do nothing but guarantee their deaths. Pretty soon, everything went quiet and the steam started to disappear, it all happened so fast that they didn't know what had actually happened. All they heard was gunfire, screaming, and then finally silence.
When the fog finally disappeared they were greeted with a massacre. Everyone was dead with the exception of them and the speaker, who was holding his bleeding leg. Only eleven remained still standing and their hearts pounded in their chests. Fear was the only thing clouding their minds and they twitched at the slightest noise or aimed their weapons when something moved in the shadows. The rancid smell of blood and bodily fluids met their noses and the sight of gore made a few of them turn around to vomit. It was horrible, this was meant to be nothing but a simple meeting about the demon that scared them.
Six watched from above, watching as their fear drove them to split apart into groups. While they walked towards the middle, he merely observed them from above before leaping down onto one of them. It seemed they heard him but couldn't move out of the way fast enough. Bones snapped violently and muscles tore as he crushed them underneath his boots. He broke his fall by rolling, crushing their body even more, before lunging at the next one. His left hand gripped their weapon and aimed it up as it went off before he caved their throat in with a punch. They gagged violently but he didn't care, all he did was pick them up by their collar and use them as a meat shield when weapons were fired at him. He threw the body at one of them quickly and rushed up to them, slamming his fist against the side of their head and caving it in.
His shields flared up when they fired at him and he equipped his shotgun, firing three times and killing three of them. Holes ripped in their bodies and splattered blood and organs onto the ground below. He fired one last time before he had to reload but merely blocked a swing with his gun, slamming the stock against the face of the attacker and breaking their neck. Only four remained at this point.
They shook in their boots and hesitated before dropping their weapons and running. All he did was fire his DMR into their skulls as they ran out the front entrance. The last one's body dropped quite a distance away and lied still on the pavement below, leaking blood from the wound. This merely took all but a few minutes, but it was still too long in his opinion. He had to use his ammo wisely, it wasn't like he could just go and get more from a nearby settlement. This wasn't his usual hunting grounds so his supplies needed to be conserved as much as possible. He went around and started to take the lien off of the dead bodies before a noise picked up to his right.
On the stage was the final one alive. The man groaned painfully as he tried to drag himself away from the massacre. He heard Six start to approach him and tried to crawl away faster, only to gasp in pain when a hand gripped his injured leg in an iron grip. Six then threw the man to the center of carnage, ignoring the man as he raised his hand in a pleading manner.
"Where and when will the next White Fang meeting take place?" Six asked calmly.
"N-Never. I'll never fucking tell you, you damn demon!" The terrorist shouted fearfully.
"..." Six said nothing and stepped on the bleeding leg of the man. A horrible scream echoed throughout the warehouse and sobs were heard as the man thrashed around in pain. His screaming turned into painful gasps as Six started to twist his leg and apply more pressure. He needed to get out of here before the authorities or the military arrived, but he needed information first.
"P-Please!" The man raised his hand.
"Where and when?" Six asked in the same tone. A sickening pop was heard as he stepped on the knee of the man and snapped it like a twig. More screaming met his ears, but he didn't care. He wanted information and he would get what he wanted in the end.
"Fine! T-There's a shipment near the docks that we planned to hit! It holds Atlas supplies that we needed for our cause! Supposedly the shipment arrives in two days at nine at night." The man cried out. Six took his foot off the leg and saw the bone sticking out, sirens were heard in the distance and he perked up when his hearing picked it up. He wanted more information, he needed more but he wouldn't risk getting caught, not when he was sure that the Fang were making mistakes.
"..." He looked down at the crying man that was nursing his broken leg and walked up to his head. His foot raised up and he watched the man's eyes widen in horror when he realized what was going to happen.
"NO-" He didn't get to finish his scream before Six's foot came crashing down onto his skull. The head caved in and his eyes bulged out of their sockets before Six lifted his foot again and slammed it back down onto the broken mess of a head. Blood shot out and splattered onto the ground and his boots before he stepped back. The sirens were getting closer and he quickly left out the back door, leaving a trail from his bloody boots before it shorty stopped afterwords. He had managed to wash the blood off with some dirty water before it could lead too far.
A couple more minutes passed by and the authorities came into the warehouse. Several of them had to leave shortly after arriving with terror stricken onto their faces. A couple of them had vomited when they saw the carnage and smelled the stench. Blood and body fluids masked the dusty smell of the warehouse and the sight of so many bodies were seared into their minds. This was a nightmare, nothing could convince them otherwise. So many bodies, killed in such horrible ways that it was nothing short of something that would be seen in a horror film.
Countless bodies; shot, necks broken at unsightly angles, bones protruding out of them, throats slashed, one had their head ripped from their shoulders, bludgeoned, holes torn into them, etc.
To make matters worse, this was weeks before the Vytal Festival. Something that was supposed to bring peace and spread positive emotions throughout Remnant, so why were they dealing with a monster all of a sudden?
Headmaster Ozpin was what one considered mysterious. Both with his words and his mannerisms, he also held a certain aura about him that would calm anybody. Patience was what he was known for with a lot of people and he wished for nothing but the best for humanity. The recent news seemed to make him frown though, along with several others. The recent murder reports he had been receiving in regards to the White Fang. Bodies were beginning to stack as of now, much more than what he would have liked to see. Murder in the city was to be expected, the world was a cruel place after all, but to see so many in such a short span rose several concerns. Almost a hundred bodies at this point and the list would continue to grow.
He knew who it was. The only person to decline him and tell him off, the mysterious wanderer of the frontier. Others saw his fascination with the man as an obsession, and there were times he would admit but he couldn't help it. He wanted the man to have a partnership with Beacon. Whenever he had sent contacts within the outer settlements, and even in some of the inner ones, everyone went quiet. Sometimes the people in the settlements started to turn hostile towards his company, there was one where they couldn't go back to after several of the townsfolk attacked. Most claimed that the man they were looking for didn't hold any interest in him nor Beacon. He had sent Summer, seeing how she was saved by the man, but she came back empty handed.
Some things were done that he wasn't proud of to flush the man out, but the trail always ended up cold. If the man was in the city then he would have a greater chance of finding him. Maybe certain deals could be cut if he was willing enough. From what he had heard from Oobleck, the man had killed an entire train full of White Fang. From what the doctor had said, each victim had a look of horror on their faces, almost as if they had seen the devil. The girls that were with him came back traumatized, especially Ruby Rose. It appeared that they had received a front row seat to the massacre down in the tunnels.
A ping on his screen made him look to see a series of pictures taken. They were of the first White Fang hideout that had been hit. Bodies with similar wounds but this time they were strung up by their feet. An entire complex of terrorists, dead, not a single survivor. He had pulled up an older file to show that a similar incident had transpired a couple of years ago, which meant the man had been to the city before.
The White Fang were a problem, especially since they turned violent, but it was clear they feared something. They kept referring to a figure that stalked the woods outside the walls. A figure that always meant death whenever he was in the area. A hooded figure that was nothing short of the Grim Reaper himself. From past interviews of White Fang that had defected; the figure never spoke, never reasoned with them nor cared. This figure was the reason they were limited to the city, in fear of it. Ozpin had seen many things in life, but he saw absolute terror in the man's eyes. Nothing but pure fear, the mere mention of the man seemed to throw the former terrorist into a frenzied state.
"Seventy-six bodies." Glynda said.
"Yes, while there has been more-" He started.
"That's in the span of months or a year. Sir, this is in the span of two weeks." She interrupted.
"..." He went quiet for a minute.
"If he is in the city, then we need to do something about this." She said.
"We are." He said.
"What exactly? He's dangerous and unpredictable. Something needs to be done now." She said.
"If we push now then we'll just force him back into the wild, even more now that ever." He said.
"Sir, he's causing negative emotions to rise. The police force is currently looking to us to assist them and the council is breathing down our necks." She said.
"Let them, they do not realize the weight of this situation." He said.
"Then what? With the festival so close and James arriving soon, there's bound to be higher stress levels. We need to do something now." She said.
"We keep the pressure on him. Send huntsmen and huntresses on patrols, give the the necessary information, then report it to me. In time, if he is still active, then we will have James assist us." He answered.
"You know that will go wrong. He is still angry at the man for sending so many to the grave, he will want him either executed or in prison more than anything." She said.
"That is to be expected. James isn't one to let things go so easily." He hummed.
"Ozpin, the man has sent hundreds to their graves. He's dangerous and isn't someone to be taken lightly." She reasoned.
"I am aware." He nodded.
"So why are we going after him? Every person we've sent, he's either killed or crippled. The only people that haven't been harmed is Summer and team JNPR." She said.
"From what I've gathered, Ms. Valkyrie and Mr. Ren traveled with him. They look up to him and it's clear he wouldn't do anything to harm them." He quipped.
"And it's clear they aren't willing to give him up." She argued. There was nothing that could change her mind about the man, he was too dangerous to be left around people. She wouldn't go out of her way to actively seek him out, but it was clear she didn't trust him and wanted to stay away from him. She had known the pair of students for some time and had managed to get used to their antics. Only one time, one time was all it took for Ozpin to speak of the man in an ill manner before she had to actively restrain Nora. It was clear that the girl looked up to the man and speaking ill of him set her off. Whenever someone brought up the man, the situation could go both ways, either extremely well or extremely bad.
To Glynda, the man was nothing short of an unstoppable killer. To the pair of teenagers, he was their surrogate father. Although he had not been in their lives for years, it was clear his teachings shaped them. As much as the teacher didn't want to admit it, the two of them excelled at surviving in the frontier which was their highest grade. Setting Nora Valkyrie off proved to be an individuals worst mistake, especially when Ren was agreeing with her. Both teenagers are a force to be reckoned with and she feared to see what would happen if they were to suddenly side with the man.
She had been out in the frontier and seen what it is like, most settlements viewed him as a noble person. Some would describe to her that he would do some bounties then leave shortly after, never asking for anything outside of the essentials. Apparently, he never talked that much and usually let his actions judge his character. Whenever she asked if there was a way to track him to his next stop, she was usually either met with silence or a sharp denial. Seven settlements actively denied her of any information whenever she told them her reason for looking for him. Of those seven, three of them showed absolute hostility towards her, claiming if she were to show her face again then they'd kill her.
"No trouble, I have ways of dealing with such situations." He said.
"Sir, you know how the two of them get whenever this man is involved. They even stated their reasons for pursuing this profession." She said.
"I'm aware they get defensive about him. Which is why I sent them to that settlement." He nodded.
"... You never answered my question as to why we're pursuing him. It's clear he isn't going to join us." She asked, finally getting fed up with his vague answers.
"He may be the key to finally defeating Salem." He said after some time.
"... There are other ways to defeat her. This is just your obsession talking." She rolled her eyes. He was about to open his mouth to retort but she was already in the elevator and heading down. Things needed to be done and she wasn't about to stress herself out even more dealing with her superior.
Why was she the one who truly saw how dangerous this silent man was?
Hello, guys. I am back with yet another chapter of this story. To be honest, I'm kind of out of words to say other than thank you. Everything's fucked up, I mean that literally. First I get kicked out of my dorm because my roommate just decided to leave without telling me, which meant I had to haul my shit up a flight of stairs by myself. Then I barely stayed a day in my new room before I was kicked out again due to this virus, and now my college is shut down, which means I have to take my classes online. Another thing is that I can't go to the fucking store because there's nothing to buy, I mean that literally. Everything is gone from the store near me; toilet paper, paper towels, milk, bread, everything. Worst part about it is, I need those fucking things. Enough about that, let's get into the reviews.
Alby199800: Meh, that's just how I am. Won't say anything about the plot so I don't spoil anything.
Valerious Lake: I'll work on it.
Reader: Yes, another update. I'm doing okay, just tired of everything is all. Also thanks for the review.
Guest: Probably not.
1142 EAT MY ASS: I heard about that game but I never knew the song, thanks for that.
semsas: I'm sorry you feel that way.
Hamilton406: I tried with this chapter, if it doesn't work out then I won't continue with these little tid bits. This is just a mere experimentation.
Minxiboo: Thanks and I will.
Haxorus knight: Probably.
InfernoKnightmare: He is indeed. About the Mount Glenn topic, I wouldn't either.
Name In Progress: The word amount is fine as it is, I enjoy reading that length at times. I've seen that video you're talking about, it's possibly one of my favorite videos to look at on occasions. I don't know how I'll handle Adam Taurus, I'm not too good at fight scenes but I'll try. Also, your name, you could try combining the two but I don't know how that'll work out, so I don't know.
UndeadLord22: He has, one of my personal favorites.
Josephi: Thank you. It's becoming harder at times due to this whole situation but I still manage.
Shen69: Thank you, I'll try to keep up the uniqueness.
Dead344156: Here you go, mate.
Lord Demolitions: It might possibly happen. Maybe, maybe not.
Sm0keyPanda: Indeed. And here's the next chapter.
Malgrath: I'm alright, just a little tired is all. Been dealing with things like this for a while so a little longer isn't going to hurt that much.
VGBlackwing: Indeed, maybe he'll give them a life lesson.
OmegaDelta: The matter regarding Noble Team, I think I'll keep them gone. I don't want to add any characters that'll disrupt the flow of the story that much. Plus, if I add too many then I'll need to find a way to add them without messing anything up, which is a hassle by itself.
Gamerman22: Yeah, decided to add the Binary since it's my favorite.
CrimsonSylvan: That's a possibility the bull will be pissed.
dekuton: Just means I'm keeping your attention. Not at the edge of your seat but at least your attention to keep you entertained.
darkromdemon: That is true, Six'll never change his ways.
PhoenixGuy: Yes.
Blanchimont: Through other means. Thanks for the concern, but I'm alright. Just a little tired is all.
captaindickscratcher: Forerunner might do it. You're right about Six too.
Marco Geddes: You're welcome.
BanzEye: Thanks. I do at least try to keep the grammar mistakes to a minimum, as well as the gore. I mean, I can be extremely descriptive with it, but I'd rather not go too into detail. Yeah, the story is rated M, but I don't want to make it so explicit that it'll make people queasy, I've actually gotten a PM about that unfortunately.
SuperSaiyanjin4Vegeta: I mean, I'd rather remain polite and respectful towards my audience than get angry at them. Sure, if one were to write a nasty comment I'd get mad when I first read it, but I'm not gonna stress over it that much. Plus, you were respectful with your review and pointed out a flaw. If you're respectful towards me and word it properly then I'll just push down my discomfort and improve on the mistake you pointed out. I feel like a lot of authors should take into consideration that the audience is trying to help improve the story. While yes, the audience should let the author decide on how the story flows, they should also point out flaws in a civilized manner to help improve the content. Also, thanks for the review.
THE 2019 BOYS: That's a possibility that all those reincarnations has. Also for the people protecting Atlas, I'd say it's a combination of knights and actual people, it's certainly something I'd like to experiment with when the story gets that far.
Blaze1992: I mean, this certainly is a missed opportunity for everyone to meet Six, but I'll try to think of something down the road.
M3KHAN3: That's what people are requesting about the point of view. It's something I want to try to do and see how it goes, but I'm afraid I'll butcher it. Plus, I'm fine, just got to give a smile and face my problems like I always have.
Guest: Thanks, mate.
Guest: Usually as a reward. Most of the time he doesn't actually request it but he'll use it for trading or give it to a settlement to give them something to make money off of.
Czechus: I don't know why people are saying that about Cinder either, but I do enjoy reading what they have to say about it. You're not missing anything so don't worry. From what I understand, they don't necessarily have night vision but they do have an enhanced sense of vision in lower light environments. Although, Six was in complete black so he couldn't see a foot in front of him, which is why he used his flashlight. I may be wrong though, it's kind of hard to get into debates with people because it always ends up as a shouting match. Sorry if that confused you.
The Lone Swordswolf: I like that, I like that review a lot.
HUGHIE CAMPBELL: I don't know. Rookie is one of those characters I enjoyed playing a lot when I played ODST so I considered it in the past. Though, if I do then I'd at least want to finish my first four stories first before I move onto the next one. Also, I love those two songs, especially "The Politics &The Life" which is one of my favorites.
Gundam-Knight-Chris: I do too.
Hyjaxx: I mean, I wouldn't say I'm not humanizing him, because in some aspects I am... but not to the extent of him telling everyone everything. In this, or at least my version of Six, he's extremely closed off. After everything he's been through, he's grown so used to being labeled a freak and attacked that he's automatically put on the defensive. Countless battles have jaded him beyond recognition and he's grown so used to it that it's basically become a second skin to him. Plus, he's a Spartan so conditioning and experience is what gives him an edge in his battles.
The Baz: There are, so he has access to them. He just can't carry all of them at once. To be honest, I'm slightly pushing it when it comes to three weapons.
CT-5555: I don't know about the first two, the third one is interesting, but the first two I will have to regretfully decline. I apologize if that upsets you. Also, thanks for the review.
YungTurd: Don't worry, it was just ideas.
FRENCHIE: Wow, that's a lot but thanks for that. They did get a front row seat to his massacre so it was traumatizing to them. Also that last bit is quite funny, at least to me.
Thankfulclock50: Yeah, doing alright. Yep. Mount Glenn is part of his hunting grounds seeing how the facility is near it.
Atryx10: Alright, I'll try to keep your attention if possible.
scottusa1: Thanks, mate. Laters.
Elmoslayer569: Here it is.
Yakiitori: Thanks, it was hard for me to create something that fit in with RWBY and had a Halo twist to it.
Guest: It will, until it is done.
Zannaria: You're welcome. I figured I'd do something a little different.
Ssj998: We'll see more of them, I want to expand upon their characters.
ODSTFRymann: I did try with it and thanks for the review.
HerrDunkelheit: Indeed.
MOTHER'S MILK: He might, who knows. As far as joining Beacon, negative. It does and Six knows this, which is why he utilizes it to its fullest extent while Remnant is still stuck with their Dust. I don't really know if they'll have an energy crisis, it's a possibility that they could in the future.
lowrex: Here is some more.
Akin2018: That would be cool.
A lot of reviews, but I'm not complaining. Gives me something to think about other than my life problems that are currently causing my stress levels to skyrocket but meh. Anyways, thanks for reviewing and I'm sorry that I couldn't answer some of the reviews to an extent that some would like, but I'm tired you guys. It's more along the lines of mental fatigue more than anything. This month was supposed to be the month that got me back in the groove but it ended up driving me further into the hole I dug myself. Releasing this chapter along with another one I'm almost done writing is at least a good release of stress.
Anyways, thanks for reading and I'll see you later.