Opening File: Satyra

The terrorist organization known as Satyra came into existence during the several previous decades as tensions between Humans, Faunus and Mobians escalated, especially in countries where they had lesser rights. The organization was broken into smaller factions but upon coming under the command of the High Leader known only as His Eminence the organization, evolving from simple boycotts and mass rallies to extremist actions such as property destruction at peaceful rallies and attacks on places known for mistreating Faunus and Mobians. The organization would also use the treatment of their people in Rodigan to justify their actions, demanding better treatment and equality.

Though claiming to act for the betterment of their kind most Faunus and Mobians regard the Satyra as a cult of extremists and psychopaths, only wishing for destruction. In countries like Japan, the United States, Canada, Russia, China, Mexico and Britain the Faunus and Mobians are greeted equal rights and strive to work together with Humanity to stop the Satyra's criminal actions but the organization's activities have hindered relations despite their efforts and the Satyra have viewed these countries as complacent in the treatment of their people. It is rumored that the organization has spies in every country, keeping surveillance on the Huntsmen Academies, companies like Sanban Industries and notable groups like the Justice Friends due to them being potential threats to the overall goals of the Satyra with high listing targets being: Major Glory, Phil Ken Sebben, Scotty Blake, Genki Sanban, Hal Fulbright and a dozen more.

It is also rumored the Satyra has allies in notable companies such Mann, Wurst and Finnwich in Canada and V.V. Argost's Weird World but these are only rumors and are impossible to investigate. Intel suggests that the High Leader known only has His Eminence has the support of four lieutenants to lead branches of the Satyra in major counties. Speculations have been made that Fred Jones, a bull Faunus and former member of Mystery Inc. is one lieutenant, another being an owl Mobian named Metal Beak, the third an ape Mobian named Simion and the final lieutenant a cat Mobian simply named Dark Kat. Next to these lieutenants are minor members but considered extremely dangerous such as Dr. Viper who is said to be a genius in bio-research and a Faunas named Femme Fatale while at the same time employing mercenaries such as a snake Mobian named Rattlesnake Jake, a clan of Hyena Mobians that do work for the Satyra in places like Africa led by Matriarch Shenzi and at the same time is suspected of having business relationships with Shere Khan of Khan Industries based in Russia and the crime lords Taurus Bulba and Panda Bubba but so far no proof has been found.

Anyone with information on these terrorists is to immediately report it to the police or nearby Huntsmen.

Close File

Xxx

"Equality, liberty, justice. All of these words have deep meaning but sometimes they just don't fit with reality. It should be simple but when have people been reasonable, simple or logical? People are ruled by emotions, instinct and beliefs that cloud the mind and it could lead to many things: good and bad. When one becomes shrouded with anger at injustice it is always directed at just one but give it time it can be directed at everyone." TOM lectured, closing the file. "What do you do when the reason you have been fighting for is not worth it anymore? Do you go with the flow or do you cut and run? It is choices like this that define the person you are meant to become."

Xxx

"I've made it."

It took her months of traveling by sea to reach the mainland but she had finally reached it, coming upon a small human city in the middle of the night. Once she made it to the beach she abandoned her small boat and stepped onto the land. She had taken very little aside from a few provisions and a small device she needed to locate her target.

"Now my journey begins."

Xxx

"He's a Yeti!?"

Wally could honestly say Skips wasn't what he expected. He thought the name 'Skips' was rather girly but Skips was anything but girly in the eyes of the young Australian Faunus. The Yeti was tall and muscular looked to be someone you did not want to tick off. His young charge Kenny quickly greeted the three politely and offered to show them around the park.

Skips agreed and carried off to do his daily job around the park.

Abby could only roll her eyes at the gob-smacked look on Wally's face. "What tipped you off about it, genius?"

"Well it's not like anyone said a Yeti hung around here!" Wally exclaimed, still in shock. "That's just….Awesome."

Kenny offered a small smile. "I am sure he'd have been happy to hear about that."

"So, how did you come to live with him if you don't mind me asking?" Nigel asked, deciding to steer the topic of the conversation.

"I do not remember much of my home or my family. According to Skips I was found wandering around the park late at night. He brought me into his house and from that point on I've been living here in the park." Kenny shrugged nonchalantly.

"That was nice of him." Marceline offered with a smile. "He's the one who taught you how to fight."

"Him…and several others. I actually used what he taught me in the tournament." Kenny answered, adjusting his scarf.

"Really? He taught you how to fight? Cause I must say I was impressed by how well you faced down Nazz and Marceline and you didn't even fight as hard." Nigel commented, chuckling nervously a bit as Marceline threw him a mock glare.

"It's not so much as me being skilled than relying on the fighting style Skips taught me." Kenny admitted.

"Really? What fighting style was that?" Wally asked curiously.

"The Art of the Silent Fist. A form of martial arts to fight your enemies without actually touching them and letting them defeat themselves in battle. You remember when Nazz faced me?" Kenny asked, watching as they nodded. "Well, I didn't have to attack her to defeat her. I waited out the fight until she exhausted herself with her Semblance. The philosophy of this fighting style is letting your opponent fight and tire themselves, handing the battle over to you."

"Now that might come in handy. Care to offer any tips?" Abby asked, now looking more interested than even Wally.

If only because Wally was the type who enjoyed using his fists in any kind of fight.

Kenny smiled under his scarf but three managed to see it. "Sure. I am sure Skips would like to see some future Hunters adopt a less aggressive role. Just remember to focus and try to keep balanced."

"Balanced? What does that even mean? We have to stand on a pole or something?" Wally asked.

"Not that kind of balance. But still," Kenny reached and poked Wally on the shoulder, chuckling as the blond Faunas fell over. "That could use some work too."

The group shared a laugh as Wally got back up, pumping his fists. "All right, wise guy! You want balance, I'll give you balance. Let's see this Silent Fist and I'll show how it's done!"

Needless to say it would not be a boring afternoon.

Xxx

If there was one word to describe Scotty Blake it would be…

Loud.

The man yelled when he talked, considering his current volume of voice to be at indoor level despite the fact that it could beat the highest volume of Cyborg's radio with a breath worse than even Beast Boy's when she and the others had been in his mouth as a whale. The difference being that Beast Boy actually understood the importance of oral hygiene compared to the Scotsman. It was hard to understand what the man was talking about most of the time even if he supposedly knew why she was here and she found herself nursing a headache bigger than any other she had in her whole life.

She'd pick spending the day listening to Cyborg and Beast Boy fighting over meat and tofu over a day of fun with Scotty Blake.

At least after he and his friends brought her up to speed on everything.

However she also knew he was not someone to take lightly. In fact the same kind of power she had sensed from Muriel, Eustace, Jujanga and even Courage existed in the Scotsman but it dwarfed the others tremendously. He was definitely strong, considering he was bulker than even Mammoth and had been through his own share of battles if his gatling gun for a leg was any indication. His sword was nothing to sneeze at either considering it was able to form portals to take its owner and anyone with him to any point in the world he could think of.

The sigils on the sword were nothing she recognized so she could only accept Scotty's word as them simply being 'Celtic Magic'. Maybe while she was here she could look up this form of magic and see if it matched anything in the Scotland of her Earth.

She might as well while she was in the Scotland of this Earth.

Just as they emerged from the portal Scotty Blake took a deep breath as he looked around. "Ha! Home Sweet Home!"

"Where are we?" Raven asked, looking around while silently admitting to herself it was beautiful.

"The Highlands! Where else?" Scotty gestured to the surrounding land. "Home of Clan Blake and where we can start building up the real team. That pipe blower Jujanga won't be the only tattie we'll be running into before this is all over."

Raven would have asked more but her empath senses alerted her of a high amount of killer intent and she spun around, spotting a creature moving out of the bushes.

'This must be a Grimm.' Raven thought, looking the creature over.

It was black all over with white armored spines sprouting from its body, giant dagger shaped claws, sharp teeth in its mouth with a white mask like face decorated with red markings and glowing red eyes. It snarled at them as it emerged, its red eyes staring at them with vicious killing intent. It didn't help that those glowing red eyes reminded her of her Rage emotion or her father, proving these Grimm were not simply aliens from another planet. As she reached out with her senses she discovered one important aspect of these Grimm:

They truly had no soul.

They were guided only by instinct that was programmed to kill and destroy any form of humanity they laid their eyes on.

Raven prepared herself, gathering what powers she could inside her even if she wasn't sure they would affect this creature.

"FORE!" Someone shouted from afar and a small… golf ball landed before the Ursa. Raven didn't know what to do until it suddenly illuminated and blew up RIGHT in front of the Grimm's face. "Ahh, nothing like a good sport for the World's Deadliest golfer."

Scotty instantly knew who it was after seeing the golf ball attack and groaned in displeasure. "Killigan, I might 'ave known it was his doin'. Still playing golf ya daft brute?"

Stepping out of the bushes was another man, wearing a purple shirt with the kilt and had a white sporran pouch with a blue rhinestone clasp for holding items. He also wore a green tam hat. He had a darker reddish hue of hair, a full beard and no mustache.

Duff Killigan, Golf Champion and Huntsman of Scotland, easily identifiable by carrying a bag of golf clubs grinned upon seeing Scotty Blake. "By Macbeth's beard, I shoulda known you be here, McBlake! Trying to steal me prey? Or did I ruin your bag piping practice?"

The two scotsmen glared at each other with fire in their eyes.

"See you are still skilled with those clubs."

"Aye, better then you. And how's the lass and wee little ones?"

"Both well. And training an apprentice."

"Oooh an apprentice." Killigan remarked, acting like he was impressed. "Anyone be mad to be trained by a scotsman, particularly one of YOUR rep if they last a day." He reached out to pull two golf clubs sheathed on his back.

Scotty grinned at him. "Not if someone who happens to be the daughter of an Irish huntress." He pulled out his sword, ready to fight. "So how about you run off and play ball with some wee ones? Show them a thing or two about being a club swinging nancy?"

Raven didn't know what was going on but could tell these two have a strong rivalry. 'Why couldn't I just stay with Muriel?'

There was a tense moment…

And then Killigan charged at Scotty, launching several quick swings at Scotty's head but the bigger scotsman dodged, ducked or blocked each attack before launching a downward slash with his own sword at Killigan who jumped back, preforming a series of handsprings as Scotty chased after him. The two then engaged in a fierce looking duel with Scotty swiping at Killigan with his larger blade while Killigan twirled his golf clubs in both hands, successfully blocking each attack and retaliating back. The continued fighting while Raven just simply looked on, perfectly fine with staying out of this fight.

The two moved at high speed as they slashed, blocked and parried with their weapons. Just as he dodged a two handed swing he tossed a golf ball up and swung his club like a baseball bat. "FORE!"

The golf ball hit Scotty Blake head on and exploded, covering the larger scotsman in smoke. Raven thought about ending the fight, believing her guide had been hurt, but a second later he emerged from the smoke without a single scratch on him and swung his blade down. Killigan jumped back, watching as the sword hit the ground and created a small crater. Sheathing one club, Killigan pulled out a handful of golf balls and tossed them into the air before hitting each of them with his club, sending a barrage at Scotty who raised his leg-mounted gatling gun and fired, picking off each ball before they came near him and causing them to explode mid-flight.

Scotty kept on firing at Killigan, forcing the smaller scotsman to dodge while at the same time occasionally batting golf balls back at his opponent. Raven simply took in the sight of the epic battle, observing the skills of these two Huntsmen.

Finally having enough, Scotty lowered his leg but used his Aura to adjust its settings and aimed it behind him while readying himself. The recoil from the single shot sent Scotty flying straight at Killigan, who pulled out his second club and swung them both up to meet Scotty's swiftly descending blade.

An explosion resulted from the collision, knocking both of them back, though they still managed to land on their feet and skid across the ground with Scotty dragging his sword to slow himself down. He looked up just in time to see Killigan fly through the smoke, swinging his twin clubs in a flurry of motion. The larger scotsman pulled his sword up and quickly engaged his opponent in another fierce fight, taking a minute to get back on the offensive. Eventually Killigan jumped back, spinning his clubs in both hands as he and Scotty stared each other down.

The atmosphere became really tense as they glared while Raven looked on and then…

They both lunged at each, aiming to finish the fight once and for all.

"KNOCK IT OFF, YA BUMBLING BRUTES!"

The two stopped dead in their tracks and visibly paled at the sound of a hoarse but…very likely female voice. Raven looked behind and saw a woman actually taller and more muscular than any woman…or man she had seen in her life. Built like a walking tank, she gave the impression that she could easily go toe to toe with opponents like Slade and break them in half with ease.

Scotty lowered his sword, smiling happily at the woman. "Muffin!"

"Don't you muffin me, you ripe end of a baboon! You go off on your merry adventure, don't have the nerve to let me know if or when you're coming home?! What have you been doing the whole time, you pimple-faced, dingled dilly worm?! Some husband you are!" The woman berated angrily before looking at Killigan who flinched.

Raven's eyes went comically wide as she processed what she just heard. 'Husband?'

"Now I've seen everything. Is this who you've been wasting your time with? Little Killy, you wee-little pebble throwing dwarf! You call that fighting?" The woman scoffed as Killigan cringed under the verbal barrage. "I've seen cranky sheep more vicious! Why not have tea and biscuits and choke on them while you're at it? You two couldn't fight your way out of a garden party of old ladies."

That was when she settled her gaze on Raven.

"And who's this now?" The woman towered over Raven, who felt as though she was physically shrinking under the smoldering gaze.

Anticipating the worse, Raven swallowed and closed her eyes…

"What do you think you're doing wandering around in a bathing suit for you foolish lass?! You'll catch a sniffle!" The woman gathered her up in one arm. "YOU! HUSBAND! Make yourself useful for once and get the hearth going! You bring a guest to our home and the first thing you do is fight Little Killy?!"

Still trying to comprehend everything that was unfolding, Raven put up no resistance as Scotty's wife marched towards Castle Blake, grumbling complaints in regards to her husband's lack of foresight or what kids today had come to, dressing up like they were set for a day at some tropical beach in the middle of the Highlands.

Scotty could only sigh in bliss as he watched his wife fade into the distance. "That's me wife."

"Hurry your butt up, Blake!" Killigan took off in a run. "You heard the lady!"

"Oi! No club swinging nancy gets to tell me what to do on my own bleeding land!" Scotty took off after the smaller scotsman.

Xxx

"You know, in my plan, nobody got power-wedgied at six thousand feet." Zak complained, watching as his parents piloted the airship and threw a glance at his mother who had the decency to look apologetic.

"I'm sorry, baby. I grabbed the first thing I could." Drew said motherly.

In the meantime Doc was speaking with a friend on the view screen. "How is he, Odele?"

The man had dark skin with grey hair and beard, dressed in camouflage garb. "Henry took the worst of that blast, but he'll be okay. Argost must be on his way to Manaus already."

"He can't be allowed to get that last piece of the Kur Stone." Doc said in an urgent tone.

"It's going to be dangerous. Why don't you leave Zak with me until you get back?"

"Wait, what?" Zak cut in. "We get the biggest mission of my life, and you're leaving me with Odele?"

"Zak." Doc spoke but Zak wasn't letting up.

"Is this still about the Congolese giant spider stampede? I told you that was an accident. Fiskerton dared me to throw the rock at the web." Zak said, pointing at Fisk.

"Hmm?" Fisk pointed to himself, complaining about Zak throwing him under the bus and crossed his arms.

"Come on, what was I supposed to-"

"Zak." Doc interrupted. "You're coming."

"Wait. Really?" Both Zak and Drew asked at once, both mother and son looking equally confused.

"I don't like the idea either, Drew. But we might need him." Doc explained.

Too bad Drew wasn't having it. "No. No, I'll handle Argost myself if I have to."

"It's not Argost that I am worried about." Doc said, sharing a strange glance with Drew that Zak immediately caught on.

"Okay, whatever's going on, I'm sounding really important in it. Tell me more." Zak said, seeing how serious this might be.

The family relocated to the map room in the airship, leaving it on autopilot while they explained to Zak what his role was going to be.

"Manaus, Brazil, the heart of the Amazon Rainforest. The last Kur Stone piece is buried here." Doc said, projecting an image of the Amazon.

"It's a watering hole for the Tapire-Lauara, one of the most dangerous cryptids in South America, amphibious, predatory, fearless. They coud hold their own against the Grimm encroaching their territory and live to tell the tale. They're why we chose this hiding spot: nature's security system." Drew said, bringing up the projection of a large four legged bulking animal with a pig-shaped snout, deadly looking claws and a mouth full of very sharp teeth.

"We watched that riverbank for weeks just to get a safe five minute window to bury the stone." Doc turned off the projector. "If we can't stop Argost before he gets there, we'll need to hold off those cryptids long enough to retrieve the stone piece."

"You need my powers." Zak said, catching on. "Yeah, I can do that."

Fiskerton mumbled, pointing to himself, seemingly asking 'What about me?'

"Don't worry about it, Fisk. I'm sure you're important in this plan, too."

"Ab…Solutely." Drew stuttered a bit, sharing a look with her husband.

Fiskerton mumbled happily in reply.

Xxx

"So this is the Darklands…Seems kind of homey."

That was all Amethyst could say to one of the largest Grimm infested areas on the entire planet and to her traveling companions it was not homey in any sense of the word. The surrounding area they had come upon using the Warp Pad was a dark jungle with a red tinted sky above them.

"It's so…dark." Steven shivered a bit.

"Be careful, Steven. You mustn't give into fear or you'll risk attracting Grimm." Pops said, steadying the young hybrid with a hand on the shoulder. "Take a deep breath and calm yourself."

Steven and did as Pops instructed while Johnny, Carl and Amethyst looked around the place they had arrived in. The Warp Pad was located in what appeared to more Gem ruins, holdouts from the time of Earth's failed colonization by Homeworld. They stood before the remains of what looked like an ancient temple, surrounded by worn out and broken statues of what appeared to be female gladiators.

"Reminds me of the Sky Arena." Amethyst mused. "So where do go from here?"

"I think…We need to keep moving towards the center." Steven looked up at the red sky, feeling his gem pulsing in what felt to him was...Fear. "I think we're close though."

"Steven, we might not even survive stepping outside of this temple." Pops cautioned. "The Darklands is no place for anyone without the right skills to survive in."

"I have to keep moving." Steven shook his head, looking over at Lion who had followed.

The pink furred animal was letting out soft growls as he stood close to Steven, eyes darting back and forth.

"Okay, Lion." Steven hopped onto Lion's back, followed quickly by Amethyst. "You, me and Amethyst will go on ahead while you guys stay by the Warp Pad. If Pearl or Garnet come looking for us they can take you guys back."

"Steven, this is a bad plan." Pops protested.

"Yeah…I want to come." Johnny hopped up onto Lion, behind Amethyst. "You never watch horror movies did you, kid?"

"No."

"Neither did I but I know it was scary in the way that little annoying neighborhood girl told it." Johnny said ominously in a way that made Amethyst snicker.

"Hey, I want to come too." Carl said, hopping up behind Johnny. "Coming, Pops?"

The restaurant owner sighed and slipped onto Lion's back as well. "Just remember, we're entering a land where no one aside from our kind's greatest enemy lives. This will not be a walk in the park."

Steven nodded and padded Lion. "Okay, Lion. It's time to go."

Lion took off, leaving the temple and running into the dark jungles of the Darklands, beginning the journey to fight Malachite and save Lapis.

Hopefully.

Xxx

This presence…

He remembered feeling it before.

So long ago.

Two young boys, lost in its domain, ripe for the taking. The younger would have succumbed but the elder had stopped it.

He had grabbed the one thing that could stop it.

The one thing it cared for.

They escaped…

But it was still here.

It was still alive.

It wanted revenge.

For years it had waited, allowing the hate to fester in the core of its being.

Hate for the two boys that had escape.

Hate for the ones who got away.

Hate for the one that remained.

It would have its revenge.

It would finish what had been started.

"Young Gregory, I will finish what you and your brother began with your son." Moloch vowed, determined to take his revenge.