Authors Notes and whatnot:
What's up fellas. I won't lie, I would've updated sooner if it wasn't for school kicking my ass. Engineering school does not play games. The next chapter is already in the works, so expect an update in maybe 2 weeks. That's assuming I don't get lazy (i probably will).
Review Responses:
I really should've responded to these sooner. Some of these are a year old
Potato - Main: Thanks boss. The entire purpose of this fanfic is to have something close to current CQB doctrine implemented into RWBY, which is know to be over the top.
Augustus Arc: Appreciate it boss. I finally figured out how to add that little divider between paragraphs to help with pacing.
Harvesting Season: Trust me, his relationship with his family goes downhill and fast. There will be a future arc where they do work near Atlas, so look out for that.
Guest: Thanks! I usually work on these in my free time and as I'm getting older, I'm noticing that that's a commodity that's becoming scarce.
StormWolf16: Yeah, I won't lie, I didn't do a fantastic job at describing these. Essentially, most of the main countries that I name are going to be a small settlement town or shanty town with a population of less than 50,000. They'll still have the same culture, just less people. I also took a little bit of creative freedom and assumed that Remnant already made it to space. I mean, they have really advanced ships and mechs. I didn't think shooting a hunk of mental into space would be out of the question.
Crimsonthe12: Thank you!
LeKreuzritter: That's what I was thinking! I was wondering why there hasn't been some mercenary fanfic out there given how big RWBY is. Instead of waiting, I decided to make my own.
Guest (The mean one): I mean... yeah. It main cast use tactics from current military doctrine, so I'm going to stroke it in some way. It's not isekia in any major way with the exception of one character (I'll let y'all try to figure that out).
Cthulhu-On-The-Moon: Thank you! I had to level the playing field for Phantom Platoon in some way, and giving them basic but really strong weaponry seemed to make the most sense given the tactics they use. I won't lie, it was probably something that should've been giving more explanation, but I wrote that chapter when I was a senior in highschool. I might fix it later, but my current priority is to get the idea I have down on paper. As for interactions for the RWBY cast, the next few chapters will probably slow down a bit. There was a lot that happened in the first couple chapters and I don't think they RWBY cast was given the attention they deserve.
Guest (The nice one): Thank you!
OmegaDelta: That will be answered very soon, at least I hope.
uberKreisler: Thanks for the help! I won't lie, I don't speak french or russian. For french, I use one of my buddies who speaks french and sometimes words get lost in translation. I frequently use google translate so the translation will probably be awful for those who actually speak the language (I'm sorry!). As for Cinder and stealing dust plot line, they won't come into play at all, at least stealing dust. Cinder will be introduced later, but I just felt that I couldn't use the dust stealing thing effectively, so I just didn't use it. Salem is an active player, she's just taking a more backseat role right now.
AWACS Freeshipping: Oh yeah I took direct inspiration from Ready or Not. I really liked that level so I decided to incorporate it somehow. Also, that concept is one Jaune has already learned through experience.
guest (The other mean one): I mean, I guess. They descriptions are only about a thousand words, maybe less. It's just really spaced out so you can read it easier. I purposely put them at the end so you know when the chapter is over. You don't have to read it, I just leave it there because there are a lot of names and codenames thrown around (11 to be exact), so I leave this in so the reader can easily identify the personell involved.
Hardcase501: Yeah, she probably won't walk this one off.
Also I won't lie, I did retcon the name because in hindsight, it was awful. That change was a year ago though. This chapter is 10k words. If you think it's short, please keep in mind the average person reads at 200 words per minute and my sorry excuse for an "author" can only type at 90 words per minute. Leave a review and I'll try to respond to it. Also, we reached 100 likes and follows! Awesome sauce! Thank you guys!
Uhhhh, I don't own RWBY. Alright, go nuts.
Archangel's head pounded as he was slumped against the wall, a constant ringing in his ears. His vision was distorted, everything around him being a blur. His body felt numb, constant pokes of needles filled his body. He turned to his side and threw his helmet off, coughing onto the ground. His lungs felt weak, he was short of breath. His eyes watered as he tried to look up, trying to make heads or tails of what just happened. Archangel wiped his hand across his face, blood covering his glove. Archangel stared at it for a bit, before wiping his glove on the floor. Archangel tried to stand up, his rifle still on his body by its sling. His legs shook, eventually giving out from under him causing him to fall onto his elbows and knees. Archangel coughed again, his coughs being raspy and hoarse. Archangel took a deep inhale before trying to stand up again. He leaned up against the wall to support him, eventually standing up.
Archangel looked back to where Ava was, and was met with what was left of her. Where she once stood was a black charred circle along with blood. A lot of blood. Archangel's head rattled as he tried to remember what just happened. It had occurred in an instant, the explosion, him getting sent back, and his head hitting the wall with full force. Archangel silently thanked his helmet for taking most of the force. Eventually, it dawned on him. Ava had fallen on her stomach, where all of the explosives were located. She had taken most of the explosion, her body taking most of the shrapnel. However, this still left the pure energy released from the vest to tear through the rest of the room. Not only that, but bones from her body now acted like shrapnel. Archangel's vision was still blurry as he looked down at his boots, his head feeling heavy. At the end of his boot was an arm, severed from its owner. Most of the skin had been ripped off baring the hand, leaving mostly the bone and torn tissue to be left. Archangel's face crunched as he kicked it away from him. Then the gears in his head started to turn.
Who's arm was that?
"Status Report!" Archangel yelled, turning his head to face his men. "Now!".
Archangel was met with most of his men groaning and turning, all in different states of pain. Several of them were on the floor and hurling, groaning while at it. Some of the others were standing very shakily, their heads rattled. Good, that means that they weren't dead at the very least, and at the very worst maybe some injuries.
"Chapel up!" Chapel hoarsely yelled, his body still leaning against the wall.
"Scott up!" Scott huffed out, standing against a wall and sucking wind.
"Lucky up!" Lucky called, standing up with no visible damage done. Asshole.
"Cowboy?" Archangel looked around and spotted him on the floor a few feet closer to Ava than they were. "Status?".
Silence. Archangel started walking towards Cowboy, each leg threatening to fail underneath his weight.
"Cowboy?" Archangel asked again as he stood over him.
Archangel stopped dead in his tracks, dread filling his body. His eyes went wide in shock. There was an uneven rise and fall of his chest and a lot of blood coming from his left leg.
"Shit!" Archangel cursed as he bent down on one knee, getting closer to Cowboy. "Secure the area!". Archangel rushed as he rolled Cowboy on his side, opening his IFAK. He pulled out Cowboy's tourniquet and put it around his left leg. He got it as high as he could, making sure that all of his furniture was in the same room, then squeezed it as hard as he could. He took out a pen and looked at his watch, reading 2249. He wrote that down on the tourniquet, then looked up at his men who were holding doorways.
"Chapel!" Archangel yelled. "Help me carry Cowboy!".
"Moving!" Chapel echoed as he moved from the door to Archangel. "Shit. He's seen better days".
"No kidding." Archangel said as he picked Cowboy up and put one arm on his shoulder, Chapel taking the other. "On me! Single file formation! Lucky, take point. Scott, you have rear security!".
"Moving!" they both echoed, Lucky moving to the front of the formation and Scott moving behind them.
As they started moving, footsteps were heard from the room Scott and Archangel came from. Lucky kept looking forward while school trained his gun on the doorway. Archangel pulled out his handgun and pointed it at the door.
Emerald swung the doorway, her service pistol in hand "VPD! Don't move!". She made eye contact with Scott, who kept his barrel pointed at her chest, finger over the trigger.
"Blue! Blue!" Archangel shouted, lowering his P226.
"Jaune?" Emerald lowered her service pistol, holstering it. "Merde! What happened to you?".
Archangel holstered his P226 as his sister approached, still keeping Cowboy's arm around him. "Suicide vest. They hooked it up to some poor girl and it went off".
"That's what that was?" she asked in horror, looking at the end of the room to see the carnage. She was met with a char in a circle, limbs spilling everywhere. She looked around, eventually spotting the head of the aforementioned girl. A good portion of her head was gone, blown away leaving a clear view of her skull and brain matter. Most of her skin was charred, only some being unscathed. Emerald gagged, threatening to release the contents of her stomach. Never in her 3 years of service has she seen anything like this. She mostly did investigation and interrogation, and she was on scene a few times, but it was never this, well, awful.
Archangel sighed. He figured his sister wasn't experienced like he was, looking at it any longer wouldn't help her. "I wouldn't look at it for too long" Archangel commented. "Come here, take Chapel's spot".
Chapel motioned for her to take his spot. Emerald hesitated, looking at the scene a little longer. She eventually turned around and took Chapel's spot, Chapel falling behind the three of them.
Cowboy groaned, a good sign. He was alive and responsive, that was better than most. "We need to get off the X" Archangel motioned for Lucky to move forward. "I don't know how much longer Cowboy has".
Chapel pressed the radio on his left chest. "TOC, this is entry team. We are exiting the premise. Building is not clear. I repeat, building is not clear".
After a few moments, the radio buzzed back. "This is TOC. Ummm, good work. Exit the building and we'll have trailer team clear the rest".
Archangel grimaced. This was his job, and his men on the line. He'll be damned if the local PD finished what he started. "Negative TOC. Upon exiting, entry team will recess and re-enter and finish clearing the building".
There was a pregnant pause over the radio as they continued to move through the nightclub, stepping over bodies as the neon lights highlighted their forms. "This is TOC. Ummm, good copy entry team. Trailers are on hold".
Archangel nodded and continued to walk. Cowboy jerked, eventually coughing blood. "Don't worry buddy" Archangel tried to calm him. "We're almost there. I'll patch you up".
As they got closer to the exit, they could hear the sounds of chaos getting louder. When they reached the entrance again, the flashing lights of police lights blinded them. When their vision cleared up, they saw a crowd of people even larger than before, all being held back by police barriers and the rest of Phantom platoon. Well, being held back by Oso and Tiger. They both were wearing heavy armor and carrying light machine guns. Oso and Tiger easily stood head and shoulders taller than the rest of the crowd. Oso was wearing his altyn helmet and a three hole ski mask, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He was wearing the Shadow Comapny standard issue heavy armor. This mostly consisted of thicker plates, a neck protector, a small flap that protected his nether regions, and shoulder guards. His PKP was held on by the straps of his sling, and on his left shoulder was a sheathed machete. Tiger wore the standard issue ballistic helmet and wore a single hole balaclava, a pair of goggles on top of his helmet. He also wore the standard issue heavy duty armor, his M240 being in the low ready position with the sling around his neck and instead having a kukri on the back of his waist. Rat and Bratwurst were also on the scene, both of them wearing their gear.
Archangel quickly moved Cowboy to an open location near the ambulance, telling the rest of his men to spread out and help pull security. Chapel stuck around and began to enter the ambulance, searching for medical supplies. Archangel and Emerald slowly let down Cowboy onto his back. Archangel began to TCCC, checking his other arteries. He went back to the tourniquet he applied earlier and tried to put two fingers under it. The tourniquet was tight and his fingers weren't moving. Good, the tourniquet hadn't loosened when they moved. He swept his hands around Cowboy's neck then checked his gloves, no blood. He swept his hands under his armpits, no blood. He swept his crotch area, no blood. Good, outside of his left leg, there had been no more massive hemorrhaging.
Emerald tentatively approached him. "Jaune, what can I do to help?".
"Get away from my casualty" Archangel answered coldly. "Keep the crowd away from me too. Chapel, you find anything?".
"Not yet" a voice from the ambulance called.
Emerald simply nodded and walked toward the police barricades where the rest of his men were held up, the crowd of people shouting and yelling, filling the area with nothing but noise.
Archangel took off Cowboy's plate carrier and spotted the uneven rise and fall of his chest. He took off his combat top and spotted the issue, a small bone shard had dodged his plate carrier entirely and embedded itself in his right ribs. If he had to guess, it also punctured his lungs. Archangel sighed. Usually, you don't pull anything out of the body as it would cause more bleeding, but since he had a punctured lung, this would be different. He pulled out a pair of pliers from his vest and pulled on the bone shard, a guttural noise of fluids being released heard as soon as he pulled it out.
Archangel pulled out a chest seal from Cowboy's IFAK. "Alright buddy, exhale, exhale, exhale".
Cowboy, who was barely conscious, exhaled to the best ability. On cue, Archangel slapped the chest seal down on Cowboy's bare chest and made sure there were no leaks. Archangel then rolled Cowboy on his side and checked his back, seeing nothing. Good, it didn't pierce through the back. Archangel laid Cowboy back down on his back, seeing an even rise and fall of the chest. Good, he was still breathing. Archangel went through the rest of TCCC, checking his extremities for blood, breaks, and burns, spotting nothing. He then reassessed the tourniquet, 2 fingers trying to slip under it. No dice. Good.
"Chapel" Archangel rose from his kneeling position. "Is there a space blanket in there?".
"Ummmm" Chapel hesitated for a moment as more ruffling was heard inside the ambulance. "Here we go. Yes sir. We have fentanyl too".
"Good, good" Archangel sighed. "Alright, can you take over here?".
"Yes sir" Chapel hopped out of the back of the ambulance, a small duffel bag in hand. "I got this".
"Thank you" Archangel pressed down on his radio. "Rat, Tiger, Oso, Brat, you're on me, wedge formation. We're clearing the rest of the building. The rest of you, pull security".
Archangel turned to face the crowd, spotting his sister talking to someone. She looked familiar, having long hair. She was standing next to someone with very red hair. They were too far away for Archangel to make out. Eventually, they turned to him and made eye contact. They seemed to squint and lean in, trying to get a closer look at him. Archangel simply turned around with the rest of his men behind them, all of them evenly spaced out and heading back to the building.
Jasper held up her shield over her body, a strong kick hitting the shield and sending her sliding back. She stopped sliding and tightened the grip of her bastard sword, giving it a small twirl as she circled back. At the other end of her was her partner, Pyhrra. She had her shield and spear, circling Jasper as well, both daring the other to make a move first. Jasper bit, charging at Pyhrra, shield in front of her. Jasper put her shoulder behind the shield, attempting to bash her. Pyhrra dodged right and went for a wide swing at Jasper's exposed side. Jasper brought her sword to block it and followed by trying to punch Pyhrra with the blunt of her shield. Pyhrra jumped back a good 10 feet and turned her spear into its rifle form, aiming for Jasper's center mass. Jasper brought her shield up to cover her body just in time as Pyhrra squeezed off a few shots, all of them bouncing off her shield. Pyhrra aimed a little lower, aiming for her legs. She fired a few more shots, one of them striking Jasper's leg.
"Merde!" Jasper's leg came out from under her. Her aura blocked all of the damage but the force of the bullet forced her leg out from under her. She looked down to assess the damage, her bare leg having none. When she looked up, Phyrra was above her, coming down with her spear reared back. Jasper leaped backward, Pyhrra's spear hitting the ground where she once stood. The ground around the spear cracked and crumbled under the force of the swing. Jasper sprung back forward, trying to capitalize on the moment, but Pyhrra was already ahead of her. She had thrust her spear where Jasper's head would be, but Jasper slid under it, blocking it with her shield above her head. Jasper thrusted her bastard sword at Pyhrra's midsection. The sword suddenly had a black glow around it and shifted left. It still nicked Phyrra's side, but now she was overextended. In order to create space, Jasper sprung up and shoulder checked Pyhrra. Unfortunately, Pyhrra, being a world class champion, saw this coming and caught Jasper's head with her shield. Jasper took a few steps back, holding her head where Pyrrha hit her before getting swept off her feet. Her head hit the back of the floor, her head bouncing off. Jasper quickly recovered, grabbing her bastard sword and swinging it in front of her, stopping just before Pyhrra, who already had her spear pointed at Jasper's neck.
"Well call it a draw" Pyhrra smiled.
Jasper eyed her before dropping her head back down onto the floor of the training room. The room itself was bleak, being an oval with plain white tiles for floors and walls. The only doors were to the locker rooms. This place could definitely be mistaken for solitary confinement. "We both know it wasn't even close".
"Nonsense!" Pyhrra stepped off Jasper, offering a hand. "You have done much better than last time! You have grown so much since you got here!".
Jasper hesitated for a bit before accepting her hand. "Yeah, but I still get my ass kicked all the same".
"That's because I've been doing this my whole life". Pyhrra examined Jasper's features. Her long blonde hair, her beautiful blue eyes, her toned body. She was a work of art, and Pyhrra knew she held sculpt her. Jasper wiped the sweat off her face, moving some of the hair out of her eyes. Pyhrra blushed, staring a little longer than intended. When Jasper looked her way, Pyhrra's eyes quickly found the floor very interesting. "You place pretty high in ranking for combat score. You're nothing to scoff at".
"I know, I know, just…" Jasper trailed off. "Sometimes it just doesn't feel like enough".
Pyhrra paused, some words wanting to come out of her mouth but dying before they could form. She knew what it was. Her only brother wanted to be a huntsman, and Jasper told her she laughed at the idea. Apparently, he had a rare disability, and instead of trying to help him, she put him down and laughed at the idea. She told her in confidentiality that looking back on it, she wishes she was a better sister. She knew that her brother took inspiration from her, watching her practice her sword forms in their yard. He'd often want to join, to be like his big sister. Instead, she would brush him off and laugh at the suggestion. It had come to a head a few years ago. He finally got a chance at one of Beacons' open tournaments for new prospective students. He wanted his family to come, and most of them were dismissive of it. He even turned to her, asking if she would come since she already had to be at Beacon for the new semester. She didn't. Apparently, he didn't do too bad. He had faced Ruby, the leader of their younger sister team, and had actually beaten her a few times. But, no dice. He didn't make it into Beacon, and none of his family showed up. He had come home and didn't say a word, not even joining them for dinner. She heard him walk in but didn't see him. That was the last she saw of him. The months following were a mess for Jasper, between blaming herself, having panic attacks, and emotional breakdowns. Pyhrra had been by her side the entire time, trying to comfort her. Eventually, she came to the fact that he was most likely dead. It took her a while to come to peace with the idea, and eventually, she became better. Why did Pyhrra help Jasper out through all of this? She was the first person she met who treated her like a normal person. Just Pyhrra, the girl. Not 4 time world champion, not 'Invincible Girl', just Pyhrra Nikos. Was there a greater underlying feeling? Pyhrra looked back up at Jasper who was pouring water on her head to cool herself off. Pyhrra's face turned a bright shade of red. It didn't help that she looked like her savior, the man who had saved her life, but more feminine.
That was a rough day for Pyhrra. Caught moving to a tournament in the middle of a war between a terrorist cell and the Mistral State. Had it not been for her blonde savior, she would've been dead. The memory scarred her. The terrorists near Mistral were like no other, highly militarized and had prior training, most being prior service turned. Pyhrra did have to admit, the Mistral government did not treat their veterans well, even veterans of the Great War. Seeing as she was their symbol of excellence, it was obvious she was a target. They had come in droves to capture her, and her blonde savior and his team had ensured her safety, saving her life countless times. Jasper reminded her of him, in a way.
Pyhrra suddenly sprung an idea. "I know! We should go out into Vale! We can try that ice cream place that Yang and Ruby recommended."
"You mean the place that Blake says harbors terrorists?" Jasper asked. To be fair, Blake had always been a bit of a nutcase. "I mean sure, I'd be down".
"Splendid!" Pyhrra was brimming with joy. It would be one of their many dates, or at least Pyhrra liked to imagine it as such. "It will be a wonderful time!".
"I bet" Jasper chuckled. "Let's try not to get Nora too high on sugar though. We both know what happens.
Pyhrra's heart stopped. Nora? Ah, as in, Nora and Ren coming along. Her body was full of disappointment. Yeah, she should've specified it would've just been the two of them. Just then, their scrolls pinged. It was a text, and it was to Jasper and Phyrra both.
Nora: Hey guys! I just wanted to let you guys know that I'm going to need the room tonight! Ren took me out on a date and went all out! I have to make sure his efforts do not go unnoticed ;)
Pyhrra heard a chuckle coming from Jasper. "Alright then, I guess it's just you and me then".
Pyhrra silently thanked the gods above for aligning the stars in her favor. "I guess so. It was nice of them to warn us ahead of time".
"Yeah", Jasper starting to pack the duffel bag she came in with. "Trust me, I walked in once. She plays rough and for keeps. Not something I wanted to see".
Pyhrra giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "Then I supposed we best hurry, before they get too invested".
-An hour later-
Pyhrra waited by the airship docking station for Jasper. Jasper had let Pyhrra use the shower first, opting to clean her weapons instead. They weren't hard to clean by any means, being a simple sword and shield with no extra components, but she still liked to keep it clean. When Pyhrra exited the shower, Jasper went in right after, telling Phyrra to wait for her at the docking station. So, Pyhrra patiently waited. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans, a white cardigan, and a pair of wide bottom heels. She had her simple bronze crown on her head holding and a small emerald necklace, a gift from her mom. She had a blue purse hanging from her side containing her scroll and some lien. Phyrra had decided to keep her hair in the signature ponytail. Phyrra intertwined her fingers, rocking back and forth. She was nervous, she couldn't lie. Did she overdress, underdress? What would Jasper think of her? She was getting flustered.
"Hey Pyhrra!" Phyrra heard Jasper call out. Looking towards the source of the voice, Phyrra's jaw dropped. Jasper was wearing a basic pumpkin pete graphic tee that was tucked into a skirt that went down to her thighs, thigh high socks, and a pair of Converse. She had her long blond hair in a messy bun, two stands of hair being out of place covering her blue eyes. On her back, she had a small penguin backpack, a prize Pyhrra won for her at a local fair.
Pyhrra realized she was staring and out of breath. "He-hey Jasper!".
"Sorry I took so long" Jasper smiled and rubbed the back of her head. "I'm not usually in the business of keeping a lady waiting".
"No no no!" Phyrra quickly dismissed, shaking her hands. "I wasn't waiting long! It's quite alright!".
"You sure?" Jasper asked. "I'd hate to be imposing".
"Jasper", Pyhrra grabbed both of Jasper's hands, Phyrra's cheeks reddening madly as she did it. "You never impose. I love spending time with you".
"Oh thank heavens" Jasper sighed. "I realized I was taking a little bit longer than usual. Here, I got you something".
Jasper reached into her backpack and produced a small chocolate. "When you left, I realized I had some mail from home. My parents shipped me some chocolate from our hometown, and I thought you'd like it. Go on, try it!".
Pyhrra accepted in a heartbeat. "Oh Jasper, you shouldn't have!".
"Please" Jasper giggled. "I have them in spades. Besides, I wanted to give you one."
Phyrra smiled. "Thank you, Jasper." She took a small bite of the chocolate and her mouth exploded with flavors. She could taste milk chocolate, the sweet and smooth texture, then caramel filled her mouth. She looked down at the small ball of chocolate, seeing there was caramel filling.
"Well?", Jasper asked tentatively. "How is it?"
Pyhrra smiled and threw the rest of the chocolate in her mouth. "It is simply delightful! Thank you, Jasper."
Jasper smiled. "I knew you'd like it! C'mon, let's get on the ship. I think the shop might close soon."
Pyhrra giggled as she followed Jasper into the Airship, Jasper taking her by hand.
The streets of Vale seemed surprisingly empty. The two were walking down what should have normally been a busy street, but it was lifeless. No cars, no people, no dogs, nothing. It was vacant.
"That's weird" Jasper commented while looking at her scroll, strolling next to Pyhrra. "Where is everybody?".
"I don't know" Pyhrra answered. "It is peculiar. There are usually more people around this time".
"That's what I was thinking" Jasper shrugged, her scroll instructing her to take a right in 300 feet. "Who knows, maybe it's a holiday we didn't know about. Wait, is Comiccon here?".
"I don't think it's a holiday," Pyhrra answered, keeping her stride with Jasper. "If there was a comicon, wouldn't the streets be more busy?".
"Yeah", Jasper sighed, her phone telling her the destination was within 200 feet. "I guess so. Meh, maybe people just felt like staying in".
"That could be possible" Pyhrra shrugged, pulling on the door of the ice cream parlor. The door didn't budge.
Jasper took a closer look at the door. It was tinted, but she didn't see anyone inside. "Huh, weird. I could've sworn they're open by now".
Just then, the sounds of screeching tires came from the alleyway. A black suburban with tinted windows came screeching out the alleyway and towards downtown. For some reason, the car looked awfully familiar to Pyhrra.
"Ohp, there it is" Pyhrra's attention now focused on Jasper. "It's hard to see, but it says they're closed. Shame".
"Yeah," Pyhrra's attention went back to the suburban. She's seen that car before, but there's no way the two were connected, right?
"I guess we better find something else to do", Jasper suggested. "Oh, I know! What if we went to the arc-".
A loud explosion rang through the city, shaking them both. They both looked at each other for a second, then took off towards the sounds. As huntresses in training, it was their duty to ensure safety.
When Pyhrra and Jasper got closer to the sound of the explosion, the sounds of yelling and screaming got louder. Eventually, they made it to a crowd of people, all surrounding the Neon Nightclub. They tried to shuffle closer to the center of the crowd, an indescribable stench becoming stronger. Eventually, as they got closer, Jasper spotted her sister Emerald through the crowd.
"Emerald!" Jasper and Pyhrra snaked through the crowd. When they got closer, the stench was unbearable, the smell of burning becoming strong. In front of them were several bear cats and armored police vehicles, the same SUV they saw earlier also blocking the public's view. In front of the armored vehicles were heavily armed guards, more heavily armed than usual. In the front were two armed guards with what seemed to be high capacity machine guns, both of them wearing heavy armor. Both of them had their faces covered, with one of them smoking a cigarette. What confused Jasper is that they didn't wear traditional VPD colors of blue, but instead wore all black or tan gear. There were two other guards, both wearing all black gear and had weapons similar to their counterparts. Looking closer at their weapons, it didn't seem like they had any mecha shift capabilities. Not only that, but they didn't have the word police written on them anywhere. Instead, they all had different flags but one common mark, a rook inside a spade. "What's going on here?".
Emerald looked rough. Her hair was disheveled and she had blood on her. She looked more worn out than ever. The pumpkin pete hoodie she had worn was slightly torn and she had a bruise on her face. "Terrorist attack. White Fang decided to make a statement. It's… not pretty".
"Who are all these extra guys?" Jasper pointed at the one with a machete on his left shoulder. He made eye contact with her for a second before returning to his cigarette. "They don't look like VPD".
Emerald sighed. "Hired help. We're already stretched thin, so I made some calls and got some extra help".
"We can help!" Jasper offered, turning her body towards Pyhrra. "We just need to call our weapons down and we can get in there! Right Pyhrra? Pyhrra?".
Jasper turned around to Pyhrra who was staring at the men in black. She's seen these men before. Almost all of them. They were the people who saved her life! As she looked around, she recognized more of them. She didn't see their face, but she remembered their gear and frame. More of them joined the initial security force, all of them spacing out. She recognized more of them as they approached, with each one she remembers them saving her life. Wait, how badly was the situation for them to be called? If she remembers correctly, these people killed without second thought and only dealt in extremes. She had remembered them being highly trained in a more obtuse form of combat, but more effective than she'd ever seen. What happened for the likes of these people to be called? Pyrrha's trance was broken when Jasper elbowed her in the ribs. "Huh? Oh yeah, we'd gladly help".
"Sorry, no dice". Emerald shook her head. "They already got it covered". She pointed back at the security force behind her. "There was someone with a strong semblance so these guys had to handle it".
Jasper looked back to the towering armored figures by the police lines. "Wonder what they feed these guys to be this big," Jasper wondered. Immediately after the thought, the people originally pulling security stepped back with new personnel taking their place. Jasper followed them until her eyes landed on someone. A deadman. A phantom. Someone who died a long time ago, at least in her mind. Someone who looked worse for wear, blood covering his face, scars across his body, his eyes seeming soulless and dead.
Her baby brother, Jaune Arc, was staring her down, not a soul behind his eyes. He had a thousand yard stare, killer eyes. She held his gaze for a while, neither of them moving. His face was expressionless. He was taunting her, rubbing in the fact that he made it in the world in spite of her. He was a killer before she was, he had done service and was saving lives before she even had the opportunity. He hadn't died. He had lived in spite of her. Her baby brother, weapon in hand, blood on his body, had accomplished his dream without her.
Almost on cue, when she finished the thought, Jaune turned around and walked back towards the nightclub, his men following him.
Emerald, detecting her mood sour, decided to comment. "Il a grandi, n'est-ce pas? (All grown up, isn't he)".
This did the exact opposite of what Emerald intended, her demeanor dropping. Thousands of thoughts went through Jasper's mind. Was this her fault? Did she push him to do this? Did she-
Jasper's train of thought suddenly derailed as someone grabbed her hand. She jerked her head around to see who did it. Pyhrra. She had seen her emotional distress. She most likely didn't see her brother since she was behind a few people, but she saw her demeanor change. Jasper took a deep breath, trying to collect the scramble that was her thoughts. "Ouais, je suppose. Il a l'air si... différent. (Yeah, I guess so. He looks so… different)".
Emerald chuckled. "C'est une façon de le dire. On en parle à 180. Le petit jaune jaune ne trébuche plus sur ses paroles pour essayer d'impressionner les femmes. Maintenant, il fait ça. (That's one way to put it. Talk about a full 180. Little jaune jaune is no longer stumbling over his words trying to impress women. Now he's, well, doing this)". Emerald motioned to the direction of the nightclub.
Jasper looked down at her feet. "Depuis combien de temps savez-vous cela? (How long have you known about this)".
Emerald stifled a chuckle. "Since about 30 minutes ago (Depuis environ 30 minutes)".
Just then, both of them heard some chatter coming from Emerald's radio.
"TOC this is entry team. Building is clear, two civilians on escort out, one suspect detained" an eerily familiar voice called. It sounded like her baby brother, but it wasn't. It was more hardened, jaded. "Send in trailers".
There was a small break before a response his heard. "Good copy entry team. Put them on safe and come on out".
On cue, the two looked back to where the general location of the nightclub was, the main line of sight still being blocked off by armored vehicles. Two civilians came into their line of sight, the two of them huddled together, their hands and arms close to their bodies. Just behind them was the White Fang member, bullet holes in his body. It seemed like he was shot a few times and was clinging onto life, each foot stumbling forward, blood spilling out of each hole. Behind him were the four armed guards from earlier plus the man of the hour, Jaune Arc, who had his rifle pointed to the White Fang terrorist.
The terrorist turned around mouthing some insult. Jaune's response was to bash his head with the buttstock of his rifle, the terrorist slumping where he stood. Jasper covered her mouth horrified at the sight. Jaune turned around and mouthed some words to the men in heavy armor, then spoke into his radio.
"Emerald", Jasper prodded. "What is he saying".
"I don't know". Emerald answered. "He's probably on a different frequency"
On cue, the heavily armored men picked up the unconscious terrorist and started to move him to the blacked-out SUV closest to them. Jaune and two other men then made their way to the ambulance. After saying a few words, what seemed to be the medic and one other man put the injured soldier onto a stretcher and then moved him toward the SUV. Jaune then made his way to the car closest to them, catching up to the prisoner and the heavily armored men. The two heavily armored men opened the trunk of the SUV and threw the terrorist in, making sure they were rough with him on the way in.
"Woah, woah, woah" Emerald said as she ran up to Jaune. "What are you doing with him (qu'est-ce que tu fais avec lui)?".
"Taking him in for questioning (L'emmener pour l'interroger)" Jaune answered, motioning his men to mount up and start the car. "Il a presque tué un de mes hommes et en a blessé quelques autres. Il est dans ma zone d'opération. Je vais le percer pour voir ce qu'il sait, puis te le livrer avec ce que je sais. (He nearly killed one of my men, injured a few others. He's in my area of operation. I'm going to drill him to see what he knows, then hand him over to you with what I know)".
Emerald sighed, then shot him a glare. "This isn't SOP Jaune, at least not here. I'll let it slide this once, but on one condition. We need to have a talk".
Jaune sucked his lip, thinking for a few seconds. "I can make that happen. There's not a whole lot to talk about, but I'm sure we can work something out".
Jaune looked past Emerald and spotted a familiar face. His sister Jasper. She had always been rough around the edges and harsh to him, but her bitterness towards him and his goals only pushed him further to become the thing she never thought he could be. She was pale, paler than he remembered. She looked mostly the same. Same build, same hair, same everything. Behind her though, was none other than Pyhrra Nikos. Jaune chuckled.
Jaune walked over to the police line where Jasper and Pyhrra were standing, and flashed a sarcastic smile. "Jasper" Jaune waved at his sister who had not moved an inch, hell not even drawn a breath. "Nikos, hope you're doing better".
Jasper simply didn't respond, she just looked at Pyhrra in confusion. She knew her little brother? Pyhrra simply blushed and looked away, hiding her face from him. "I'm doing better thanks to you".
"Glad to hear it", Jaune responded as he turned and walked to the passenger side an all black SUV, opening the door and getting in.
They all looked as the SUV waited, two other SUVs similar to the one Jaune got in came behind them. After they were all lined up in a file, they drove off and away from the scene through an alleyway sectioned off by police.
That's when the view of the nightclub became open to the public. Almost immediately, Jasper threw up at her shoes while Pyhrra covered her mouth, horrified at the sight. She wanted to look away but she just couldn't. The bodies, the mangled bodies everywhere. The blood, the body parts… the stench from earlier made sense now. How did they miss this?
As Phantom Company was driving off, Oso, who was driving, turned to Jaune. "What did your zister say?".
Jaune, who was on his scroll giving Ozpin a sitrep on the situation, responded "She wanted to have a talk. If I had to guess, it would be between me, Emerald, and my other sister".
"You had anatha sister there boss?" Abebe asked. "Damn, you could hava family reunion!".
Jaune chuckled, putting his scroll away. "Hah. Maybe. Maybe".
"Well, are you?" Oso asked.
"Fuck no" Jaune shook his head, voice brimming with malice. "I don't have shit to say to them. I didn't give her my scroll number for a reason".
There was a loud silence that filled the car, only the music and the road filling in the blank spaces. Eventually, Abebe piped up. "Listen brotha, it's not my business, but they're your family. They love you, they just have a weird way of showing it. Look boss just… just talk to them while you can. They may not be around forever".
Jaune didn't respond. He simply listened, toiling with the idea in his head. He knew Abebe's history. It wasn't pretty. Jaune sighed. Maybe he would talk to them, just not soon. He wasn't emotionally prepared for it.
Ozpin was looking at his scroll, reading a message he had received nothing but a few seconds earlier. Ozpin grimaced. Phantom platoon had done their job well all things considered, but he wished the outcome would've been different. He sighed. The white fang wanted to make a statement, and they did. Almost no lives at that nightclub were spared. They had managed to save a few, but not many. They cleared out the White Fang and detained one for interrogation, Jaune telling him he'll let him know what they find. He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose.
His scroll started to ring again. He looked at the contact ID, the scroll reading "Police Chief Arc". Ozpin picked up the call.
"Police Chief", Ozpin spoke. "I assume my contractors did the job without too many complications".
"Give me his number" Arc's tone was hostile.
"I'm sorry?" Ozpin questioned, an eyebrow being raised.
"Cut the bullshit Ozpin" her tone grew even angrier. "You know who I'm talking about. Give me his number".
Ozpin paused. "I'm not sure I can do that. I signed a contract with them…"
"If you don't do it, I'll have your entire faculty arrested for treason and conspiring against Vale. I still remember Ozpin, my semblance is stronger than you think".
Ozpin grimaced. Emerald Arc didn't become police chief in 3 years by accident. Her semblance had proven to be powerful, allowing her to view the memories of her victims up to 4 years prior. Her work alone had solved many cold cases as well as got her police precinct a conviction rate of almost 80 percent. Her success had driven her up the ranks of the VPD, to a high position. She had used her semblance on Ozpin on accident once, gaining her valuable information on subjects she shouldn't know about. As a way to buy her silence, he advocated for her to take the position of police chief, giving her all the resources she could ever want for whatever her little project was. And now, she was using it as blackmail.
"We had a deal, Arc" his voice becoming low and threatening.
"You do this for me, and I'll burn all records of your little side projects" Emerald offered.
Ozpin sighed, his hands balling into fists. "Alright deal. But do not be mistaken, if any of that information is not destroyed or comes to the press, I will not hesitate to kill you".
Emerald scoffed. "Glad we could come to a deal". With that, the line went dead. Ozpin sighed. In the span of a minute conversation, he had been blackmailed into giving his contractor's number. Ozpin's patience was wearing thin, but for the sake of all of Remnant, he texted Emerald a 10 digit number.
—-
Jaune stood outside of the parlor's walk in freezer wearing his usual attire. He was wearing a flannel and jeans, a pair of black boots on his feet. He had his sleeves rolled up to expose the tattoos on his left arm, each tattoo being a commemoration of a successful operation. Inside the freezer were muffled guttural screams, the walk in freezer containing them. The sounds of electricity buzzing mixed into the screams, the screaming getting louder. Jaune paid it no mind, simply lighting a cigarette, leaning against the wall next to the door. He was on his scroll, the otherside of the line giving him confirmation. Eventually there was a small pause, the sounds of huffing filling the room. After a few seconds, the walk in freezer opened, Volkov holding the door open. Jaune put his cigarette out, crushing it under his feet, and thanked the person on the other line before hanging up. He'd have to clean that later.
"Intel?" Volkov asked.
Jaune nodded. "Go get my laptop. It's in my office".
Volkov nodded before walking away, heading towards the barracks.
When Jaune walked in, the terrorist they captured earlier was tied to a wooden char chair, rope binding his hands and feet down. He had two bullet holes in him, one in his left shoulder and one on his right forearm. His face was wet and his chest had some charr on it. The walk in freezer had been cleared out to make room for this… questioning. To his right was Schinder with a car battery resting on a table, two jumper cables attached to it. He was smiling, the sadistic fuck. On the left of him was Vu and O'connor, Vu holding a jerry can of what smelled like gasoline, and O'Connor was holding a very wet rag. All of them nodded at Jaune, who took a folding chair from the corner of the room and set it up in front of the terrorist, sitting down in it shortly after.
Jaune crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. The white fang terrorist was across from him, leaning forward, gasping for air.
"This-" he coughed up liquid. "This is illegal".
"Yeah, who would've fucking thought" Jaune scoffed. "You shot up a nightclub. Don't talk to me about what's illegal shitbag".
Jaune shifted in his chair, now leaning forward. "I'll give it to you straight, you tell me what I want to know, and we'll cut you loose with no more harm done. Does that sound like a deal?".
His response was to simply spit blood into Jaune's face. Jaune paused for a second before wiping the blood off his face. Jaune simply nodded. "Okay… okay".
Jaune bent down and pulled a knife out of his boots and stabbed it into the palm terrorist's left hand, pinning it to the wooden arm. The man screeched in pain, but was quickly silenced by Jaune giving him a right hook. "Listen here, you shifty bastard. You're going to tell me what I want to know, or I'm going to fucking make the rest of your sorry existence a living hell".
To prove his point, Jaune bent the chair back and pressed his thumb into the bullet hole in his shoulder. The man screamed in pain, shifting in his chair trying to get out of his binds. Jaune pulled his thumb out, motion to the others in the room to help. O'Connor leaned him back and put a rag over his face, Vu pouring what can now be confirmed to be gasoline. He made sure not to get any on his chest, keeping the bulk of it on his rag covered face. Once they were done, Schnider walked infront of him grinning ear to ear. He attached the two jumper cables together, a spark coming out. In a swift motion, he connected the two jumper cables to his chest, electricity flowing through his body. He jolted, his muscles contracting despite his control. He continued to spasm, Schinder holding the jumper cables longer than needed.
Schnider took off the jumper cables and back away, his form being replaced by Jaune. "Want to talk?".
"Fuck.." He wheezed between breaths. "You".
Jaune smiled. "You know, I was hoping you would say that".
On cue, Volkov walked back in, laptop in hand. He gave it to Jaune who set it down on the folding chair he sat in earlier. "Mister Buck, would you consider yourself a family man?".
The man in the chair slowly looked up, and paused for a second. "What?"
"It's a simple question Mister Buck" Jaune smiled. "Are you a family man? Do you care about little Maria and your wife Ana?".
Buck lunged at Jaune, but his binds held him down. "How do you know them! How!".
"Mister Buck" Jaune stood up and walked over to his laptop. "You are in no position to be asking those questions. Now, answer my question. Would you consider yourself a family man?".
Buck didn't answer, glaring at Jaune.
"Alright" Jaune shrugged. "I'll answer that for you. You are. You're fighting for a cause that would better the living conditions of little Maria. Poor little Maria gets bullied so much at school, and she didn't get treated the same growing up. Violence against your family caused you to flee to Managrie, but you realized something; you can't live like this. You can't live in constant fear that little Maria will return beaten up or, worse, won't return home. So, you became radicalized, fighting by force to get what you want. You've been away from little Maria for so long. Do you even remember what she sounds like?".
"You shut the fuck up!" Buck yelled jerking forward, causing the chair to tip over.
Jaune smiled, lifting the chair back up. "Wolfeater, hold his head up. Mister Buck, today is your lucky day. You get to hear your daughter talk again!".
Vu walked over and grabbed his head with both hands, forcing him to look forward. Jaune walked over to the laptop and logged in. After some digging, he pulled up a video with a thumbnail containing Maria in what seemed like a commercial van. Buck's eyes widened, then shot over to Jaune, who was staring right back at him.
"You son of a bitch!" He yelled, trying to jerk his head away but Vu's head kept him looking forward.
"Hold on", Jaune continued to work on his laptop. "I didn't even get to the best part".
The video started on a handheld camera, footage panned onto the van floor. After a few seconds of nothing, the camera then cut to a small deer faunas girl, no older than 5 years old, was inside the van licking a lollipop. The shakey handheld footage then started to focus elsewhere. Behind Maria there was another woman, a fanuas woman. She was tied up and gagged, clearly knocked out, but the faunus girl seemed none the wiser. Next to the knocked out woman was a single man in all black wearing a one hole balaclava, showing only his eyes. He had a handgun in his hand, pointed at the woman's head. The girl was kicking her feet back and forth in her seat, licking the lollipop without a care in the world.
A voice behind the camera pipped up. "Maria! Say hi to Uncle Buck!".
The girl stopped licking her lollipop and waved at the camera. "Hi daddy! I miss you!".
"No!" Buck kicked in his chair, trying to break out. Vu held him in place, Buck not being able to budge. "Don't hurt her!".
Jaune simply smiled as the video continued. "You hear that Buck? She misses you. It'd be a shame if you didn't come home soon".
"Daddy! Daddy!" She jumped in her chair, the excitement brimming out of her. "You're coming home soon?! Can I pwase get a present! Pwease! Pwease?".
Buck was in tears trying to tear his head away, but Vu put him in a chokehold and forced him to watch.
"You hear that Buck?" The voice behind the camera asked. "She wants a present! You better come home soon!".
On cue, the man with the knocked out woman changed the position of his handgun from being pointed at the woman, to being pointed at the little girl's head. She had no idea. She was too excited and focused on the camera to notice.
"No!" Buck cried. "Don't touch her! I'll tell you what you want! Just don't touch her, please!".
Jaune immediately closed the laptop, the video no longer playing, giving Buck no closure on what happened to his daughter.
"Perfect!" Jaune smiled. "See? That wasn't so hard!".
Jaune pulled out his scroll and opened up a picture of a map. While zooming in on the map, he got a text from an unknown number. It read "Jaune, it's Emerald. We need that talk. You're not smooth. Meet me at LeBlanc's Coffee this Saturday at 12:30 pm. Do NOT be late".
Jaune grumbled and swiped away. He pulled up the map of Vale. "I want you to tell me where the parts of the Atlas mech are".
Buck paused. "I don't know where they are".
Jaune hesitated before shrugging and slowly getting up out of his chair. "Fair enough. It was already a shallow grave for Maria anyway".
"Wait, wait, wait" he paused, laughed hysterically. "Let's not make any rash decisions here. I may not know where they are, but I know where and when they'll be assembled. As a last ditch effort for power, Khan wanted to assemble the mech at the Vale International Port. Taurus doesn't know about it".
Jaune smiled. "See? That wasn't so hard. When is it getting there."
"I don't know" he answered.
Jaune raised an eyebrow. "Alright man, if you say so". Jaune picked up his scroll and dialed a number. After a few beeps, the other line picked up. "Kill her".
"WAIT WAIT WAIT" he yelled, his eyes bloodshot from tears. "It'll be assembled sometime next month! They scattered the parts to Atlas when we started to get pushed back".
"I knew you were a sensible man" Jaune hung up the scroll, putting it back in his pocket. "Pleasure doing business. Нокаутируйте его (Knock him out)".
Schider came up behind him with a new rag and put it over Buck's mouth and nose. He struggled for a bit before he fell unconscious. Jaune simply spit on his unconscious body and walked out of the walk in freezer.
Upon exiting, he was greeted by Roman. "You mind telling me what that phone call was about? 'Kill her'? That's real shady, yellow".
"Don't worry about it. Could you be a doll real quick?" Jaune put a hand on Roman's shoulder. "Watch the Vale Internation Port, would you?".
Roman chuckled. "Anything for you, pookie".
Jaune's face was unamused. "Yeah, don't call me that".
Shadow Company Phantom Task Force files
Access: [redacted]
Commander: [redacted]
Base of Operations: [redacted]
Phycology Evaluation:
Name: Parker 'Vigil' Chung
DOB: April 17, 20XX
Age: 23
Place of Birth: Korea
Bio: Chung had a rough childhood growing up, originally having an older brother and a younger sister. His settlement town was a few hundred miles from Atlas, their closest kingdom. His settlement town had been plunged into civil war, one side fighting for a democratic leader while the other was fighting for a communist leader. Chung's family lived in communist controlled area but remained neutral in the conflict as his family was simple dairy farmers. However, when the Communist fighting force caught wind that the family did not produce a soldier aged male ready to fight for their cause, they killed his father in front of his family to make an example. After his father's death, the rest of his family fled the area and headed south to democratically controlled area. Along the way, his older brother sacrificed his life to fight off an Ursa while the rest of his family escape. He was presumed dead. When they did make it to the South, the controlling party did very little to support or assist the family in gaining their bearings. This left his family poor and his mother working full time at a t-shirt factory. Life was socially hard for Chung, being one of the few kids in his area that didn't have a semblance or Aura. It left him to be isolated, even his sister refusing to be near him for the sake of her own social reputation. One day, his mother had forgotten that she left the gas stove on when she left for work and the kids left for school. When they all returned home, Chung found a lighter in one of the cabinets. Out of curiosity, he flicked the lighter on setting his entire house ablaze. His sister wasn't in the house, leaving her unaffected. However, his mother was still in the house cooking. This led to burn damage on one side of his face and his mother going deaf as well as having burn damage all across her body. Both Chung and his sister blamed himself for the incident, his sister shortly cutting him off from all contact. Chung had decided to learn sign language with his mother as a way to communicate with her.
Phycology: Chung has shown behaviors similar to those of outcasts. He is very standoffish and socially inept or blunt. He often times comes off as rude or demanding while not understanding. He is often described as 'a man of few words'. Chung is ashamed of his facial scar, oftentimes wearing a ballistic face mask to cover it. Chung often times sends most of his paycheck to his mother as well as a small portion to his sister. It is his way of saying thank you or apologizing.
Phycology Evaluation:
Name: Ekon 'Tiger' Abebe
DOB: September 18, 20XX
Age: 24
Place of Birth: Congo
Bio: Abebe grew up in a poor settlement town just outside of Vacuo with a single sister and his parents. His settlement was mostly a hunting village, but frequently farmed crops to trade. His father would frequently teach him how to work the crop tools and his mother would teach him how to cook. It was a small village, a close and friendly community. They were aware of Abebe's lack of aura and semblance, but still treated him as own of their own. Abebe was always a large kid, bigger than most at even the earliest of ages. Due to his size, he was frequently tasked with moving large and heavy equipment. There was a rumor in his village that he was able to lift up a tractor and move it, easily caring the 500 pound piece of equipment. Abebe tells us that it was nothing more than a rumor at the time, but the story and fame got to his head. He frequently boasted his strength to his other villages, friends, and family. On March 11, 20XX, his village was raided by bandits. They ransacked his village and burned all of the houses to the ground. At the time, Abebe was out hunting alone, unsuccessfully catching anything. When he came back to the village and spotted all of the houses on fire, he ran as fast as he could. The bandits had left by the time Abebe returned to the village. As he went down the streets of his village, he saw the bodies of his closest friends and family. As he was walking, he heard cries from his burning house. He ran in and spotted his little sister trapped under a large piece of burning wood, the charred body of their parents next to her. Abebe ran to her and tried to lift the large burning support log, but was unsuccessful. Reports say that all of the weight of the house was on top of that log, making it nearly impossible to lift. When he attempted to lift was last time, the wood cracked from splitters caused by the fire. The full weight of the house fell on his sister as he stumbled back. According to him, his whole family had died due to his lack of strength and ego.
Phycology: Abebe is often seen as friendly and outgoing, however, our phycologists believe that it's a cover for deeply rooted trauma. Since the untimely departure of his family, Abebe has pushed himself to get stronger, to the point of inhuman strength. Abebe has shown a strong sense of responsibility and humility, his determination also being unmatched. We believe that Abebe joined Shadow Company in order to try and save others, to right what believes are his wrongs from his shortcomings. This determination led him to be one of the few and best operators to pass Juggernaut School, and one of the few that can functionally use the EE-1D Heavy armor.
Name: Jaune 'Archangel' Arc
Weight: 255lbs
Height: 6'2
Race: Human
Rank: Lieutenant
Place of Birth:
Age: 21
Weapons/equipment used:
HK416
P226
Combat Knife
Advanced First Aid Kit
Schools attended:
Basic Training
SERE School
Urban Raiding and Fighting school
Pathfinder School
Air Assault School
Airborne School
Advanced Medical School
Paramedic School
Leadership and Experience School
Notes: During basic training, Jaune demonstrated leadership skill at a high level under stressful and demanding situations, earning him an officer rank. He was able to unite the candidates on multiple occasions and organized a small mutiny during a long run. He demonstrated a large desire to both be a leader and one of the team's medic due to 'His parents wanting him to be a doctor'.
Name: Alejandro 'Cowboy' Gonzales
Weight: 175lbs
Height: 5'5
Race: Human
Rank: Sergeant
Place of Birth: Texas
Age: 19
Weapons/equipment used:
M1014
M4A1
M17
Basic Hard Breach Kit
Demolition Kit
Schools attended:
Basic Training
SERE School
Urban Raiding and Fighting school
Pathfinder School
Air Assault School
Airborne School
Hard Breach and Entering School
Sapper School
Notes: Gonzales has demonstrated a high efficiency in high explosive ordinance. He was highly proficient in recoilless rifles but finds more enjoyment in 'blowing shit up'. Is trained in breaching harder surfaces such as metal or reinforced doors.
Name: Clyde 'Scott' Morris
Weight: 240lbs
Height: 6'0
Race: Human
Rank: Corporal
Place of Birth: Scotland
Age: 23
Weapons/equipment used:
L85A2
P226
Sledgehammer
Schools attended:
Basic Training
SERE School
Urban Raiding and Fighting school
Pathfinder School
Air Assault School
Airborne School
Basic Breach and Entering School
Notes: Morris has demonstrated a high level of aggression on multiple occasions. While it has not gotten out of control or clouded his judgment, he has been characterized as 'aggressive' by his peers.
Name: Parker 'Vigil' Chung
Weight: 160lbs
Height: 5'7
Race: Human
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Place of Birth: Korea
Age: 22
Weapons/equipment used:
K14 Bolt Action Rifle
K2
P226
Karambit
Schools attended:
Basic Training
SERE School
Urban Raiding and Fighting school
Pathfinder School
Air Assault School
Airborne School
Scout Sniper School
Notes: Chung has excelled in sniper school, scoring above his peers while remaining quiet. During training, he wore a ballistic mask to cover his scarred face, making him unknown to his peers. He has demonstrated team working skill, but remains quiet unless necessary.
Name: Dimitri 'Oso' Petrov
Weight: 390lbs
Height: 6'5
Race: Bear Faunus
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Place of Birth: Siberia
Age: 26
Weapons/equipment used:
PKP Pecheneg
Markarov
Combat Machete
M134 Modified Minigun
Schools attended:
Basic Training
SERE School
Urban Raiding and Fighting school
Pathfinder School
Air Assault School
Airborne School
Juggernaut School
Squad Gunner School
Notes: Petrov has demonstrated a high level of strength, higher than most of our other troops. He passed our most physically demanding school yet, Juggernaut school, with ease. It is most likely due to his genetics as a bear Faunus. His strength is nearly unmatched.
Name: Ekon 'Tiger' Abebe
Weight: 340lbs
Height: 6'4
Rank: Sergeant
Race: Human
Place of Birth: Congo
Age: 24
Weapons/equipment used:
M240B
M9
Schools attended:
Basic Training
SERE School
Urban Raiding and Fighting school
Pathfinder School
Air Assault School
Airborne School
Juggernaut School
Squad Gunner School
Notes: During Juggernaut School, Abebe passed near the top of his class. However, he did struggle to keep up at times, his will and spirit proven to be unwavering. He had proven to be stronger than any normal human. Tests could not prove why.
Name: Shane 'Wolfeater' Vu
Weight: 200
Height: 5'10
Rank: Sergeant
Race: Dog Faunus
Place of Birth: Menagerie
Age: 25
Weapons/equipment used:
M110 Marksman Rifle
M9
Schools attended:
Basic Training
SERE School
Urban Raiding and Fighting school
Pathfinder School
Air Assault School
Airborne School
Scout Sniper Training
Spotter School
Notes: During Sniper school, Vu had proven to be able to do quick calculations of advanced math in his head. While training in the field he was able to quickly measure the wind and calculate accordingly, and align his scope. He was recommended to Spotter school and passed with flying colors. He was able to run far distances due to his heritage.
Name: Vityaz 'Rat' Volkov
Weight: 190lbs
Height: 5'11
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Race: Human
Place of Birth: Georgia
Age: 23
Weapons/equipment used:
Dragunov SVD
PP19 SMG
Markarov
Schools attended:
Basic Training
SERE School
Urban Raiding and Fighting school
Pathfinder School
Air Assault School
Airborne School
Scout Sniper Training
Spotter School
Notes: Volkov had proven to be an excellent scout. His endurance was remarkable and he was able to remember pictures and places. He called it his 'Photographic Memory'. He excelled in hand to hand combat, sending him above his peers.
Name: Tobias "Bratwurst" Schneider
Weight: 160lbs
Height: 5'10
Race: Human
Rank: Corporal
Place of Birth: Germany
Age: 22
Weapons/equipment used:
HK G3A3
HK P8
Modified Flamethrower
Schools attended:
Basic Training
SERE School
Urban Raiding and Fighting school
Pathfinder School
Air Assault School
Airborne School
Chemical Engineering School
CBRN School
Controlled Burn School
Notes: Schneider was arrested at the age of 19 due to the unlawful mixing of chemicals that led to a house fire. He was given the option of a buyout from the Shandow Company, and proceeded. He has excelled above and beyond his peers and was able to mix many chemicals to produce fire.
Name: Damien "Chapel" Smith
Weight: 190lbs
Height: 5'10
Race: Human
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Place of Birth: Missouri
Age: 26
Weapons/equipment used:
SCAR-H
M19
Advanced First Aid Kit
Schools attended:
Basic Training
SERE School
Urban Raiding and Fighting school
Pathfinder School
Air Assault School
Airborne School
Combat Life Saver
Advanced Medical School
Paramedic School
Notes: During basic training, Smith was characterized by not only his strong faith in his religion but his deep understanding of other religions as well. This allowed him to connect to other troops as well, making him a strong candidate for a leadership position.
Name: Charles "Lucky" O'Connor
Weight: 185lbs
Height: 5'11
Race: Human
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Place of Birth: Ireland
Age: 26
Weapons/equipment used:
SA80 A2
G19
Karl Gustav
Schools attended:
Basic Training
SERE School
Urban Raiding and Fighting school
Pathfinder School
Air Assault School
Airborne School
Sapper School
Jungle Warfare School
Notes: O'Connor had received his nickname through acts of sheer good luck. During SERE school, O'Connor had managed to evade dogs at all times and was never captured. When asked, he simply cited his good luck.