1942 = June 7th
Hanger of the IJA "Akitsu-maru"

"Start the engines!" "All aboard!"

As shouts ring through the spacious hangar made of rusted steel, countless footsteps fill the air, supported on by the enticing smell of gasoline and fire, signaling to all of the Kwantung army soldiers that there was work to do.

Even with the very limited visual information every soldier had, to them, there was but a doubt of what was to come. Every single man, young to old, rookie to veteran, protector to murderer were sent into a trance. One devoid of unnecessary thinking, purely instinctive to its core.

The bass of gasoline engines rouse the men, who respond with a choir of loading and cocking of guns at the ready, while the entire ship they reside in provides a finale with a large thud and a shake, setting an abrupt end to the orchestra while the play finally started.

Finally, the ramp doors creek open with a horribly irritating noise, to begin the play.

Ozpin sat in his office, carrying on through this busy period of this particular, paperwork filled and caffeine fueled life.

Beyond the massive windows of his office, an AD airship flies through the blue skies, advertising the vita festival and its soon to come descent onto vale.

The vyta festival.

One of many, but best in Ozpin's mind, the vita festival was a scheme set up by himself many years ago.

Framed as an international huntsman arena, where students of all academies will be given a chance to show prestige over others to the world, it effectively worked as a tool for recruiting the cream of the crop huntsmen to fight the coming war against Salem.

Yet, even beyond such utility, Ozpin had always enjoyed observing aspiring youngsters dueling it out in a battle. Perhaps it was from his ancient warrior roots? He would never know. It made his long desensitized blood cackle with joy and excitement of some sorts, which was something that not too many things were capable of any more.

It was for that reason, that Ozpin did not give so much as a fuss about the festival, despite the unagreeable amount of paper-work it generated in its wake, or the peculiar situation remnant seemed to be in, with the new mysterious nation.

However, this year begged to differ.

Just as Ozpin was about to admit team JNPR into the vita festival, Ozpin's scroll begins to vibrate.

In a mildly annoyed tone, Ozpin answered his scroll.

"Hello? They did What-?"

The voice over the scroll continued, as Ozpin's face goes from concerned to terrified the more the voice continued.

"Do they not know what will- oum damn it! Keep the settlement safe! I'm sending reinforcements immediately! Do not let Kuo-kuana fall!"

As Ozpin cuts the caller short, he turns on the intercom system for the entirety of the beacon academy.

"All teams and huntsmen! Cease your current duties and gather at the auditorium immediately!"

Many minutes after the final bullet was fired at the bloodied road, a crowd had since gathered to witness the carnage. However, a tank and a handful of soldiers stand in the crowd's way, bayonets bloody and guns loaded. Someone shouts from behind the soldiers.

"散らせ!" (Disperse them!)

The soldiers begin to close the distance on the crowd, dividing the crowd into two parts and pushing them away to the side of the road with the end of a bayonet.
A brave faunus jumped over the wall of bayonets, knocking over one the soldiers. More soldiers appeared from behind the wall, throwing the faunus back into the crowd as they pulled him off of their comrade.

As the crowd protested, the sound of engines came over the horizon. Soon enough, a line of trucks and armored vehicles, full of Imperial soldiers drove over the smoldering, untended corpses of white-fang grunts, left to rot on the middle of the road.

The crowd, horrified and dumb-founded, simply watched on as their settlement was trampled by jacked boots.

"Truly, I offer my deepest remorse for the attack on you and your men in our land Colonel, but I cannot accept what you demand"

Ghira tries to defuse the volatile situation, knowing full well, that the man he talked to right now commanded the power to burn down Kuo-kuana in a matter of hours.

"Chieftain. We had sixteen of our men killed, twenty wounded and two of our delegates put into coma. The terms we outline here have already been minimized in what we demand. Any further concessions are impossible"

Ghira bites his tongue, while Hattori looks on blankly.

Between the chieftain and the colonel, sat a single piece of paper. On said paper, was a list of demands from the empire to the settlement. While the demands were extensive, the demands for military access and Kuo-kuana's alignment with the empire and the right to wage war on faunus land were pronounced in bold text.

"Colonel, even then. We… cannot accept these outrageous terms. Many Faunus had died to allow this settlement's existence. We will not hand over our homeland to you, just so your empire may exact vengence on fellow Faunus"

The Colonel lights a cigarette.

"Right then, chieftain. I perhaps can change the terms"

As the colonel slams his jackboot onto the floor, guards rush in and raise their rifles at Ghira. Some militia raise their guns as well, but they soon get out-numbered by imperial guns.

As Ghira looks on to the colonel with disdain, a guard comes forward, handcuffs in hand.

"You are now under arrest for charges of conspiring with terrorists. By order of the emperor, we advise you to not resist if you value this settlement"

"!? You!"

Ghira shakes with rage, but finds himself unable to strike at the man before him, who was barely half the size of himself. After considering his options for a few long moments, the beast of a man, yielded himself to the steel embrace of the cuffs.

With their leader arrested, it did not take long after Ghira's arrest, for all of Kuo-kuana's militia to hand in their weapons.

—-—

Grr...

A beowolf growls in the thick brushes of the rainforest, it's pitch-black hide blending in with the shadows. Its dual, glowing red, hateful eyes pierce the darkness, floating as balls of flame in a soul-less void. It's bone-white helm had long since been painted with ancient blood stains, while unnatural black smoke leaked out of the cracks.

The blood stained head of the great beast kept low to the ground, sniffing around for the smallest scent of fear, like a veteran hunter tracing it's prey, careful, as to not miss any clue that the hunted had left.

Suddenly, the great beast raises it's head.

It's glowing red eyes stared north-wards, into the great void of the jungle.

So much hatred... So much fear

The grimm had found their prey.

Revisting this fanfiction story

Prob will continue until i run out of stock.