Apologies, I'm new to posting stuff on here, here's the actual chapter. I hope you enjoy it!
As Ironwood stands behind a one sided glass wall, he examines into the room containing their newly found patient. Inside the grey sterile room, the young man is laid upon a hospital bed, his previous attire replaced with that of a hospital gown. Doctors are seen rushing IVs, bandages, healing dust, and too many other such things for the General to keep track of, in order to help save this individual.
In the midst of thought, the General contemplates to himself, "Who could you be working for? The White Fang hasn't the capabilities or the technology to do something like this? Even if they did, why send one man? Is this individual's semblance that dangerous that they sent only him? If so, what is it? Regardless, could he be working for a different group? Could this be the work of…Salem?" He shudders at the thought that Salem has started to implement such bold tactics. For all he knows, this might be the start of a full on invasion.
As the General thinks on, a doctor approaches the tall and stoic man, papers in one hand and giving a salute with the other.
"Sir, I have the report that you wanted on Subject 7 and his craft."
Stopping his train of thought, he turns and faces the doctor, taking the papers in his hand. Reading the document he sees the following:
The individual, hereby being known as Subject 7, has the appearance of a monkey faunus, with his main trait being a brown tail that is near his waist. He seems to look around the age of 14-15. He is approximately 5ft 11 inches and 145 lbs. Subject 7's hair is bizarre as it stands pointed in various locations, but a good amount of the hair goes past his head and trails down to the middle of his back. He has a high amount of muscle definition, especially for some of his apparent age. After analyzing thousands records on the CCT, Subject 7's name and indentity are still unknown. Subject 7's aura is locked and his semblance is still unknown. Subject 7 has an unusual and unknown blood type, and samples of his blood are currently being tested on. He is currently unconscious and has not awoken since he has been found by team JPEJ. His state of consciousness is attributed to a severe head injury located near the top of his head. Subject 7's vitals are stable and he should be able to recover from his injuries, although the time of his awakening is undetermined. By extension, the extent of his head injuries are unknown until Subject 7 has awoken and is examined.
His craft, hereby being known as Subject 7-A is spherical in design and doesn't match any metals found on Remnant. After some testing, scientists have been able to get Subject 7-A hovering and flying to a limited extent. Scientists believe that they can replicate and implement Subject 7-A's technology into Atlesian ships, significantly reducing the amount of dust required to operate them.
The clothing that Subject 7 was wearing, hereby known as Subject 7-B, appears to be a set of colorful armor. The material is lightweight, flexible, and elastic. Subject 7-B can be stretched to ridiculous lengths and still retain its original shape. Whatever the material is, it is incredibly durable, being able to withstand numerous rounds from Atlesian soldiers. The material is unknown in its origin, and as a result, replicating the material seems close to impossible. Subject 7-B is currently placed in Vault 26-Z and will remain there until further notice.
"What is this about unknown blood?" the General asked the scientist.
The scientist responded back to the General, "After comparing Subject 7's blood to other samples collected from the citizens of Remnant, his blood has no similarities to human or faunus DNA, despite his monkey tail. But the most surprising thing is that after examining the blood collected from Subject 7's head wound, the blood seemed to repair itself to a degree, becoming somehow stronger and more resilient than before."
"Really? That is…unusual. Thank you for the report. You may return to your work." Ironwood says as he salutes the scientist. With the scientist gone, Ironwood continues his thinking once more.
"The more I learn about Subject 7, the more questions I have. If his aura and semblance is still sealed, why was he sent to Atlas in the first place? If his blood could become more resilient and stronger, could he do the same as well? Where did he acquire this armor and flying machine? Whoever he's working with, why would they send such a young man into Atlas? Who ARE you Subject 7?"
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"Hahahahahahahaha! Oh my, what a wondrous display! Zarbon!? Dodoria!? Are you seeing these beautiful fireworks!?"
"Hyperdrive activated. Initializing sleep mode. Now dispersing sedatives."
"Hahahahahaha…."
He could barely recall those faint few words in the very back of his mind. Who were those people that were mentioned? Who was the person that called out to them? He did not know because he could not recall anything else. As he started to stir, he heard a cacophony of new voices around him.
"Subject 7 is waking up!"
"Someone get General Ironwood and Specialist Schnee!"
"Keep him stable! We don't want his injury to open up again!"
As he opened his eyes, he was met with the faces of many individuals in white masks and clothes, some were holding medical boards and one of them was holding…A NEEDLE!
For reasons unbeknownst to him, he feared that tiny metal abomination with all of his being. In an instant he bolted forward, now sitting on his bed, arms shaking but ready at his sides. He started to sweat at the mere sight of the tiny thing. In the background as the rapid beeping of one of the medical machines blared on, he saw one of the doctors take notice as he yelled to the needle wielding man, "Put that thing away! Can't you see he's terrified!?"
In an instant, the scientist with the needle hastily placed the small object down on a nearby medical tray.
As the heart monitor moved back down to more stable levels, the young man lowered his arms, placing them on the bed. Still anxious as to what was happening, he asked the men before him, "Where am I? What is this place?"
To the left of him, a door had opened as two tall figures walked in. One of them was a male in a pristine white, silver, and black uniform. His shoulders were wide and his face was clean shaven. The other was a female in a blue, black, and white uniform. She had most of her white hair tied up into a bun, with some of what was left hanging down on the right side of her face. The female was eying him with a fierce glare. As the young man began to speak up, "Who are-", he was quickly interrupted by the female.
"You will show some respect, and will NOT speak unless spoken to. Do you understand?"
The young man quickly nodded in agreement, as the heart monitor began to rise once more.
The tall man briefly turned his head towards the female and looked at her with an irritated look in his eyes. The female understood what he was saying and took a step back. That irritated face was replaced with one uncertainly as he faced the young man, as if the tall figure was unsure to whom he was speaking to. The man stepped forward and announced himself.
"Forgive her. I believe I heard that you wanted to know we are?" The boy gave a small nod to the man.
"I am James Ironwood. I am the General of the kingdom of Atlas and Headmaster of Atlas Academy. Two days ago, your ship crashed near my city, and you suffered a significant head injury. Shortly afterwards, my soldiers arrived and brought you to Atlas for treatment. I would prefer that you answer what we ask honestly, as we are unsure of your origins and intent. That is why my Specialist, Winter Schnee was so adamant earlier. So, are you willing to disclose any information we ask?"
The young man looked up to the General, the heart monitor falling back down again as he stuttered, "I-I'll try."
Ironwood's face shifting to a small smile, he asked, "Excellent. I believe I haven't asked for your name, so let's start with that."
The young man responded, "My name is—" The young man stopped as he started to think. But, no matter what he did, he couldn't remember it. He couldn't remember ANYTHING. It was like his memories were behind a concrete dam, and all he had to break it was a plastic spoon. He started to sweat, with a nervous expression plastered on his face as he tried to remember anything at all.
"M-My name is—Agh! I d-don't know! I can't remember!"
Ironwood looked shocked as he looked in the young boy's eyes, seeing the panic and stress within them. He said, "There must be something you remember. Where you live? Who you worked for? Why were you sent to Atlas? Anything?"
The young man started to hyperventilate, the heart monitor spiking higher that it ever did before as he grasped the edges of the metal bed frame. He replied, "Nothing! I can't remember a thing! WHO AM I?! What was my life before!? What am I supposed to do now!? As he yelled aloud, the metal bed frame creaking and bending under the force of his hands. In response he quickly yanked his arms away from the clearly bent frame as he looked up at the two people, their faces twisted in confusion at the sight just saw.
"I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean t-to! I don't know what's happen-"
Before he realized it, Winter was next to him, gently holding onto his shoulders. Kneeling on the floor to face the scared young man, she looked into his eyes.
"It's ok. Everything's alright. You did nothing wrong. Relax. I want you to take a few deep breaths with me. Do you understand?" Winter replied in a calm voice.
The young man nodded his head at Winter.
"Very good. Now follow what I do. Breathe in…"
She began in inhale as the young man did the same.
"…and breathe out." Winter and the young man exhaled at the same time.
"Breathe in….and breathe out. Breathe in….and breathe out."
With each breath, the boy proceeded to calm down more and more.
As Winter stood back up, Ironwood look to Winter approvingly as gently spoke to the young man, "While we may not have the answers that you want. We will do whatever we can help you get them back. I can see that you have great power within you." He says while gesturing to the bent bed frame.
"If you promise to work with us, Atlas will do everything in its power to help you through this. Let us be your pillar of strength for you to fall back on. Would you be ok with that?
The young man nodded in response, glimmers of hope appearing in his eyes.
"Very good. I'll let you recuperate and regain your strength for a few days. Afterwards, we will run some physical tests to see how capable you really are. Since you can't recall your name at the moment, would you like to give yourself one, or would you be fine with us referring to you as Subject 7?"
"I-I'm ok with Subject 7 for now General." the young man said back to Ironwood.
"Understood, you're welcome to change your mind on the name if you want. Until we start physical trials, I recommend you do some light reading on the history of Remant and the kingdoms, perhaps you'll be able to jog up a few memories as you do so. I'll have some doctors bring you some books to your room along with a meal later on today. On the day we start the trials, you'll be notified and escorted to a separate room to complete them. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, General Ironwood." Subject 7 says aloud.
"Good. If any information is found about your past, we'll have the doctors notify you. We will see each other again soon enough. I hope you'll get some good sleep until then." Ironwood replies as he and Winter leave the room, leaving Subject 7 to his own thoughts.