Author's Notes:
So, I had a plan to make it a bit vague if the Courier was talking about Ulysses or Joshua Graham in the last chapter as those were the only two individuals the Courier truly respected in the Mojave. And since Ozpin never meant them I was going to keep it vague. But I can see I made a mistake as everyone believed that the Burned Man betrayed the Courier. In the prologue for the story, Six made it clear he did not have time to visit the Burned Man. Last chapter, he was actually talking about Ulysses though I understand the confusion.
In an effort to remedy this, along with this upload, I've done two things. First, this chapter has been changed to more explicitly explain who he meant, and I made small alterations to the previous chapter to make it clear as well.
Finally, sorry for the day late upload. I was somewhere without internet yesterday and couldn't upload until today.
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Remnants of a Courier
Arc 4: Chaos Theory
Chapter 57: Lessons Taught, Lessons Learned
Stupid, childish, and impulsive. All words Six would use to describe himself at the moment. He passed another student in the hall as he silently fumed at himself.
After his chat with Ozpin, he went back to his room and gathered the instructional material, placing it in a small professor bag that the Academy had provided.
It looked oddly like one of those Mojave Express messenger bags but with more pockets and felt similar to nylon. The black and green bag was aesthetically trying to look like the messenger bags of old but more 'modern.' The thought left a sour taste in House's mouth.
Setting his thoughts on the bag aside, Six stepped out of his room and made his way to class. He couldn't believe he had blown up at the Headmaster like that. Sure, he hadn't technically said anything that could incriminate him or get him thrown in prison. But speaking to one of the leaders of a nation and telling them off? Not a good impression.
It was just frustrating! Having everyone breathing down his neck while Cinder and Ozpin tried to tie his hands was getting tiring. They expected him to do his work but also wanted to utterly control him. They couldn't have it both ways.
Not to mention how frustratingly corrupt Vale was. It didn't matter how many small steps to reform you made if the people at the top kicked you back down. Why couldn't Ozpin see that?
He had even talked about himself far too openly. He didn't mean to bring up Ulysses betrayal that got him stuck on Remnant in the first place. Even if what he said about him was true. After all, Ulysses was one of two men that was actually deserving of his respect in the Mojave. That made the sting of betrayal all the harsher.
The hypocrite had tried doing the same thing before him anyways! But... Well, Ulysses had been right, in a way. It was the anger in that moment at losing his companions and being betrayed by everyone he was trying to help that made the Courier think like that. Of having everything he had worked towards stripped away that caused his irrational logic. Six told himself that he wouldn't have gone through with it if given time to think but words always paled in comparison. He was never given the chance to prove whether he would have or not.
The Courier forced himself to take a deep breath as he approached the door to Professor Oobleck's classroom. No, Doctor Oobleck. If he called the man anything else, he was likely to throw a fit.
Opening the door and stepping into the room, Six was greeted by the professor sitting behind his desk–pouring over his notes before the class–and a few early students he didn't recognize.
The classroom itself was set up amphitheater style. With the floor being raised up the further back it got. All the students would sit and look down at the front of the room where a chalkboard sat. Taking a glance at it, Six noted that there looked to be green chalk, maybe some kind of Dust-based chalk?
"Ah," Oobleck began, offhandedly glancing at Six as he entered. "Come in, take a seat by my desk, I've got a few points to go over before the class and I trust you've gone over the material I sent you?"
The man spoke in that speedy voice he always used though Six was slowly becoming accustomed to it.
"And must you wear that to class, it seems rather excessive."
The Courier glanced at himself, noting that he was wearing the same uniform he always wore for security. Compared to the average student, the Courier thought he was mundane.
Shrugging, Six replied, "Ozpin approved so yes."
A quick sigh was the professor's answer as he pushed a paper toward Six. And taking the cue, he sat on the free chair next to his desk and read over the paper. On it was a series of bulletins and a few details with each. White Fang, Faunus Rights Revolution, key players, agents, goals; it was a list of the class material being covered today. Or more accurately, a small summary that Six could reference if needed.
"I trust you to have memorized any other details the students may ask about but if not then just ask me," Oobleck stated as he turned back to his own paperwork and books.
"Now, I will keep this simple for you. Three rules not stated by Beacon for my class. One, do not disrespect me. Two, do not disrespect the students. This includes behaving in an uncouth manner towards more ornery students."
Six glanced over as he noticed Cardin enter the room. Fair enough.
"And the last rule?" The Courier asked while turning back to the professor.
"As long as they're being serious, no line of questioning is silly, answer to the best of your ability and never make fun of them; history is important after all."
In other words, treat him, his students, and his topics with respect. Easy enough.
"Done," Six replied as he watched more students funnel into the classroom, including the vibrant members of team RWBY who eyed him.
When he turned back, he noticed the professor dart his view away suddenly, like he had been staring at him when he wasn't looking. Interesting.
"Alright, take position next to the board. We always start with a recap of last class and then delve into the lecture. At the end, the students are split into small groups to hold discussions and go over the lesson as well as the assignment for the week. I will call upon you occasionally if a student cannot answer a question during the lecture and have you answer some questions they have during the discussions. Afterward, I'll have you help me grade some material and other miscellaneous paperwork. This will be the standard for each day, understand?"
"Of course doctor," Six answered without hesitation. He had more than enough practice given his stalking session during that whole train fiasco to understand the professor's speedy words. Lipreading the hyperactive professor was difficult, listening was more of a mild nuisance in comparison.
His answer still seemed to impress some of the students who were taking their seats. They hadn't been able to keep track of Oobleck's words and the fact he had didn't seem possible in their minds. And the professor seemed to lighten up at being called "doctor."
"Good, good! Alright, hush down students. We'll be continuing from last time."
The Courier neatly folded the summary paper that Oobleck had given him before placing it in his pocket for now. He already had all the information memorized.
Taking his spot on the side of the board, Six glanced at the professor as he began the lesson by downing an absolutely massive cup of coffee. The loud slurping noises reverberated around the room before Oobleck slammed the coffee onto his desk.
"As I'm sure many of you remember!" The professor began as he used one foot to push himself and the other to glide in front of the chalkboard at impressive speeds. It made the Courier think of the rare records of cartoons he had seen once or twice as friction didn't seem to apply to the man.
"Last time we spoke of the Faunus Rights Revolution and why it happened and the political ramifications that can still be felt to this day!"
The man was in full gear now, rambling at his thousand-mile-per-hour pace.
"But today we will speak of not just why it happened but many of the means in which they fought and how you as Huntsman and Huntresses will need to be adapted to if-"
The man stopped to down another cup of coffee.
"-you stand any chance of facing these forces. Now I know what you're thinking, why would we need to fight people? As many of you know, Grimm are the primary responsibility of Huntsman and Huntresses, but that is not our only role. We also serve as law enforcement and protection against many rogue elements of society! Why, without Huntsman, how would regular law enforcement handle criminals with Aura and Semblances?"
With their own police forces that incorporated Aura users. At least, that was Six's solution, but such a thing was often seen as out of the norm or even taboo in some Kingdoms. With only Atlas blending their military and Academy together.
"That being said, we have to understand that warfare has progressed since the Great War. The tactics once used are no longer! And with the Faunus Rights Revolution came a new tactic! Instructor House, if you would!"
Taking his cue, Six stepped towards the chalkboard. He noted the several pieces of paper and images strapped to it. Pointing towards a few that were about the Faunus War.
"It's known as Insurgent Warfare. Once upon a time, the human forces of the Kingdoms called it 'Faunus Warfare' as the Faunus forces during the conflict were the ones who developed such tactics."
He turned to the class before singling out Cardin with a question. "Mister Winchester, what would you say is one of the key aspects of war? Especially during the Great War and the Faunus Rights Revolution?"
The student in question had been resting his chin on one hand and zoning out, so when called out, he blinked a few times to process the question.
"Uh…" The boy uttered, using it to buy himself a few seconds as he glanced at his teammates who all shrugged or shook their heads at him. Then to the other direction towards Jaune who mouthed his answer but Cardin couldn't understand him.
Accepting his fate, Cardin turned towards his instructor and slowly responded, "Being stronger than the other guy?"
A sigh escaped Six before he replied, "That is loosely an important aspect. Though I'd prefer you to be more specific. More manpower, better technology, or a wider array of Aura and Semblance fighters." Turning his head again, he addressed the rest of the class. "But that's not the answer I'm looking for. Can anyone think of one of the most important aspects of winning a war?"
Honestly, Cardin's answer wasn't the worst Six expected given the topic was about Faunus. Perhaps he had grown a bit.
Despite that, silence hung in the air, causing Six to force down another sigh that threatened to escape him. Deciding to pick on the blonde who tried helping Cardin, House turned his attention towards Juane.
"Mister Arc, do you have the answer?"
"I, well, m-maybe?" The blonde answered, this time earning a sigh from Professor Oobleck instead.
"If you believe you have the answer, simply answer. Getting it wrong won't be held against you young Arc."
The professor's urging seemed to put the student at ease as Jaune finally replied, "Information… Right?"
A grin finally formed on Six's face as he confirmed, "Yes! Information, or the control of the flow of information."
"Take the Battle of Radiance during the revolution, a victory for the Faunus that ultimately lead to Atlas retaliating with Operation Blind Eye." As he spoke, the Courier pointed towards the board, a few pieces of paper attached to it detailing the battle in question.
As he continued explaining, Oobleck gave him a curious eyebrow raise but otherwise remained silent as he took another sip of his coffee.
"What the Faunus understood was that information is key to their survival and that fighting in the traditional sense would get them killed."
Pointing to a map, Six pointed to the southern coast of Mistral. "Notice the Mistrali Radiant Bay here, this is where the attack took place. Their goal was to either steal or eliminate a series of radar boats docked there that would be able to track their troops' movements along the Mistralian coastline."
"They did this not only to keep their troop movements hidden but to also cripple the resources of Mistral. Unfortunately, they did not have the manpower for a straightforward assault."
Six glanced around for a moment before finding a pointer. He picked it up before placing it along the edge of Mistral, along the bay. "They planned to attack here." His pointer traveled northwest of the bay as he continued, "So they fed the enemy bad information via rumors, false leaked documents, and false anonymous informants that they would attack from the northwest on foot."
Then his pointer traveled to the northeast. "When Mistral's forces reinforced this area, the Faunus set off a series of pre-planted explosives to the northeast, confusing the enemy and dividing their forces further."
Finally, his pointer traveled south and to the ocean line again. "All the while, their actual attack force, which was a fifth of the size of the defenders, raided the radar boats from the south, stealing what they could, and destroying what they couldn't steal. A successful mission."
Turning to the class once more, Six addressed them. "Now, who here can tell me how they used information to their advantage, and what important points to take away from this?"
Pointing to a random student he didn't recognize, and after a moment of the student's surprised blank faces, he responded. "That… They used fake info to make them be somewhere else?"
"That's part of it," Six said as he turned to other students, only to notice something interesting.
Cardin's teammate Dove and Velvet from team CFVY were sitting next to each other and whispering. Not a huge oddity in a classroom but more importantly they didn't appear to be hostile. In fact, they appeared to be smiling and having a very good time. And Six vaguely remembered them doing something similar at the Beacon Ball too.
Turning his attention to Cardin, he saw that the boy looked perplexed, or perhaps frustrated? He was glancing at them occasionally and would frown but not say anything. Maybe this would be a good chance for growth from the bully?
Deciding to spare the poor children, Six gave his explanation. "Not only can you prevent vital information from getting to your enemy, you can make them act on false information. This will conceal your resources, troop numbers, movements, plans, and more."
"But," Six began as he held up a finger, "There is another important aspect to this. How did the Faunus know those boats were there in the first place?"
This seemed to grab even Blake's attention who up to this point had been glaring daggers at him. He paid no mind and continued with the lecture.
"By having informants on the inside that fed them that information. The Faunus didn't just protect and spread false information, they actively gathered it as well."
"And when facing a numerically and technologically superior force? They never fought a fair fight. They tricked them, used subterfuge, information gathering, and more. They used small groups of fast-acting combatants to hit targets and leave before the enemy could respond, leaving them in confusion and making their numerical advantage meaningless. This combined with information control and subterfuge is Insurgent Warfare."
Or Guerilla Warfare back on Earth, an easy topic for Six to cover considering it was the primary if sloppy tactic used by the Legion. That or massively overwhelming numbers and force. They really didn't have an in-between.
"Well put instructor," Oobleck finally stepped in as Six took his position by the board again. "Now, I don't need to tell you that there are groups today that use these same tactics. Criminals, revolutionaries, and even the Kingdoms themselves!"
The professor finished off another cup of coffee and began refiling it. At this point, the man should just drink from the pot.
"But who used these tactics during the Faunus Rights Revolution? Who were the players and pawns? And keep in mind, while this conflict was bloody and terrible, it lasted a fraction of the Great War's length at a mere three years. Though some historians will say four."
"It was between Faunus and humans but that would be oversimplifying it. To more accurately describe it, the war was between Faunus who refused to be relocated to Menagerie–the majority–and the Kingdoms to varying degrees."
Even Oobleck had to stop to catch his breath for a moment, taking another chance to drink, before continuing.
"I won't overcomplicate this lesson but I do want you to understand that not all the Kingdoms were completely on board with this. Moreover, it was the Councils and rulers–the quote, unquote, "nobility"–of these nations that decided this. They had their resources and their militaries and felt they could. And their motivations range from anti-Faunus sentiments to deranged fears that Faunus were taking over every level of society. In fact, some of these individuals are still alive today."
"But that is a story for another time. For now, I wish to discuss the Kingdom's militaries versus the Faunus of Menagerie as these were the primary powers at play."
"Understand that the Kingdoms were far behind in their combat and military doctrines, being outclassed in nearly every regard and suffering blunder after blunder to Insurgent Warfare. Why, by the time of the third year, things were already looking grim."
"With the Menagerie forces using smaller and elite forces to disrupt the military tactics of larger Kingdoms, the larger nations had to adapt to these new tactics. Information control became tighter, and technology including radar advanced by leaps and bounds."
Raising his thermos to his lips, the professor did a fantastic ventriloquist act as he continued talking while drinking.
"That was why the Kingdoms came up with the Cleaners as they were nicknamed. Small groups of off-the-records Huntsmen and Huntresses with the best gear and training Lien can buy."
"It is fortunate for the Faunus that the war ended when it did, as merely a year after these elite forces were publicly announced, they committed acts of terror never before seen. They turned the Faunus' own tactics against them with extreme prejudice and violence. Though it is rumored they were operating before their official announcement."
"In fact, their information gathering and espionage were so great, it was theorized the Cleaners alone may have been able to turn the tide of war back to the Kingdom's favor given time. An exaggeration, and even if true, they had no such time to do so. And shortly after the battle of Fort Castle, the Kingdoms would concede to the demands of the Faunus."
A moment of silence hung in the air after he finished, allowing the professor to down yet another cup of coffee. Several of the students, including teams RWBY and JNPR appeared at least a little disturbed at the idea of the Cleaners.
Slowly, Pyrrha raised her hand to which Oobleck nodded at her. "Excuse me professor, why were these Cleaners so effective?"
"A fair question," the professor responded before his lips thinned in a more serious expression. "In part, it was because they were the best troops of their time with the best gear. In part because they turned the tactics of the Faunus against them which they were not prepared for. But most importantly, was their sheer brutality."
He waved a hand before concluding, "I won't go too into their crimes, but know that these individuals would make entire towns of innocent people disappear."
Swiveling on his foot in a full circle as his jovial tone returned, "Now class, tell me where the Faunus failed and what allowed these Cleaners to be so successful!"
All of the students blinked and looked at him with empty expressions. They had no clue where he was going.
Letting out a disappointed sigh, the professor turned to House. "If you would please."
Nodding his head, Six stepped forward and explained, "Information flow. The Faunus failed to keep their tactics hidden from the enemy, allowing the Kingdoms to learn and create the Cleaners; turning their biggest advantage against them."
"Perfect!" Oobleck shouted as he turned his attention to the clock. "We only have fifteen minutes left, so ask a few questions, and then you'll split into groups for discussions!"
A development Six didn't expect was Dove raising his hand. From the way he and Velvet had been talking, Six doubted they heard a single thing.
"Why were the Cleaners willing to do the Kingdom's dirty work?"
Nodding his head, Oobleck replied, "A good question and ultimately simple. They worked for a few reasons though there are outliers. The most common being Lien, their own inherent beliefs of superiority over Faunus, or because of loyalty."
"Loyalty?" Cardin scoffed. "Killing a bunch of women and kids doesn't seem like loyalty."
This earned the tall student a round of surprised looks from his fellow classmates but Six knew better. While Cardin may have been raised a racist, it didn't mean he was a wanton murderer.
"Ah, but it was," Oobleck replied. "Imagine being raised to fight for a Kingdom and only ever being told they need to be loyal above all else. That they are serving their Kingdom and protecting lives by what they do. In other words… Indoctrination."
The conversation from earlier that morning flared to life in the Courier's mind, causing anger to boil to the surface as he grimaced.
"Be wary, taking pride in your Kingdom is not evil in and of itself. But allowing that pride and loyalty to blind you to your own morals and ethics, to another person's pain, that can result in great evil despite your intentions."
Cardin leaned back in his seat with a frown on his face. He didn't like the professor's answer but also wouldn't challenge him.
Oobleck turned back to the rest of the class before pointing out a different first-year student that Six wasn't particularly familiar with.
"Were the White Fang around during the revolution?"
This time Oobleck shook his head. "No. The White Fang formed a few years after the revolution as an organization that encouraged peace and trade between humans and Faunus at the time. Though many of its founders were from the Faunus who fought in the revolution."
Another surprise came in the form of a raised hand from Ren who was usually one of the more reserved students. "Do any of the Cleaners operate today?"
"A no to that as well," Oobleck replied before downing another cup. His pot was finally running empty though the man had one more cup left.
"While some went into the mercenary trade, the majority of the Cleaners went into hiding. Many of them may have been granted amnesty from the Kingdoms and pardons for their many war crimes, but the Faunus from the revolution were not as quick to forget. Over the years, many Cleaners that remained in the open were found dead. That's not to mention they would be social outcasts in today's society. Besides, most Cleaners would be nearing retirement age for Huntsmen by now."
From the left side of the room where team RWBY sat came a frustrated and angry voice. "How could humans do that? How could they allow them to commit such crimes and then just walk away?"
Six had to resist the urge to scoff. The same way Faunus could justify the actions of the current White Fang. Blake needed to be careful, her mask was slipping.
"Why, miss Belladonna, quite easily. As long as they proved useful, the Kingdoms would do their best to use these tools." The professor narrowed his eyes as he pushed up his glasses. "And don't forget, there were Faunus amongst the ranks of the Cleaners as well. Corruption and Lien can get to even the best of us."
This response seemed to quiet Blake who crossed her arms and pouted in silence with the rest of the class following her silence as well.
After a few awkward moments, Oobleck piped up, "Very well! If there are no more questions, split your teams and get into groups of four! Partners, stay together and find another pair that is not part of your team!"
The Courier watched as the students shuffled around. Dove looked irritated that he had to separate from Velvet but the girl gave him a soft wave which put a smile on his face, giving the student enough motivation to link up with Cardin and group with Jaune and Pyrrha. The spartan looked a little conflicted on how she should be reacting.
"So-uh, what should we talk about?" Jaune asked, trying to cut through the awkward silence.
Cardin shrugged before replying, "Cleaners?" This earned a disinterested shrug from Dove.
"I… Believe there's a point that neither teacher pointed out," Pyrrha began, trying her best to get along since Jaune appeared fine. "Adaptability. The Cleaners were willing to learn from their enemies and turn their strengths against them."
"Yeah, that's fair," Cardin agreed. "Can't say their slouch fighters."
"But being a good fighter isn't all there is to life right?" Jaune cut in, pointing towards the board. "Sure, they were really good. But what did that get them after all was said and done? Outcast by society, hunted by the White Fang, that's what it got them."
Cardin huffed. "Yeah, as fucked as what they did is, being given a pat on the back and shoved toward the Beowolves isn't right either."
"Maybe they wouldn't have ended up that way if they didn't lose," Dove cut in, his tone low and gravelly. "The winner decides what's right and wrong. If the Kingdoms had won, our history class would be way different."
A very valid point from the unassuming Dove. In The Wasteland, it was hard to piece together what was true and what was propaganda that redefined history. Even more recent history for the NCR was often altered to make them look good.
But, these students were staying on task, no reason to bother them; so the Courier turned his gaze elsewhere.
Most of the students were discussing or at least barely discussing appropriate topics, no reason to step in. Though he did pick up an interesting topic.
A human student in some sort of leather armor looked across his table at a Faunus girl with scales on her skin.
"-hile they might use similar tactics, the White Fang is not the same as the Cleaners." Interestingly enough, it was actually the human defending the White Fang.
The Faunus girl countered, "I'm not saying they are. I'm just saying they share similarities to the Cleaners in their methods. They use fear to keep people in line."
"But isn't that justified when a foreign Kingdom is on your soil?"
That comment earned a glare from the girl. "They were doing that long before Atlas showed up. Don't believe all the propaganda they spew out. Not every Faunus is for the White Fang."
"But I-"
A green haired professor slid behind the human student as they argued. "Now now, keep on topic for the assignment and try to be respectful." And then proceeded to down the last of his coffee.
Once it was emptied, he turned back to the empty coffee pot and frowned.
"Instructor House, I'll be back in a few minutes, cover the classroom for me." And with his instructions delivered, the professor disappeared in a blur and out the door with a coffee pot in hand.
Six noted how many of the students relaxed now that the professor was away, going to pull out their scrolls.
The Courier slammed his hand down onto a student's desk, causing said student and many others to jump. "Who said your discussions were over?"
The question got the desired result. Many students grumbled but all of them put their peripheral devices away and returned to their discussions.
It was only then that he noticed conspiring eyes glancing at him from the back corner of the room. At the top of the steps in the back was team RWBY who had congregated together and were whispering to each other.
Six casually made his way closer to the group, doing his best to make it look like he wasn't paying attention. And once he was close enough, he heard them whispering.
"-and I get that. It's definitely suspicious that he's been so informed and has a similar skill set. But why would he tell Ruby about the CCTV tower?"
It was Yang whispering to the group as the rest of them frowned. So they were talking about him? This should be interesting.
"Maybe it helped him somehow?" Blake offered in a resigned tone, not even believing her own words.
Weiss was the first to dismiss the idea. "And how would that help the Mimic?"
Blake deflated at the rebuttal, knowing that she didn't have a good answer. Unfortunately for her, Weiss continued, "And if it was House, why would he let you go. No, let us go during the fight with Adam? He even defended us from the… Man." Her pause earned a light glare from Blake.
"I don't know!" Blake finally hissed out. "It just has to be House. It's the only thing that makes sense. He knows too much, disappears regularly, no one knows what he looks like, he has the right skills. But I don't understand why he helps the White Fang and then turns against them."
"Maybe," Six finally cut in as he stood behind Ruby. "If you paid more attention in class, you'd know."
An 'eep' escaped Ruby as she jumped up and whipped around to face House. "H-Hi instructor House!"
Blake narrowed her eyes as Weiss turned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"If you were the Mimic, why would you help the White Fang?"
"Uh, maybe because I agree with them?" Yang offered before shrugging.
"Possible," Six replied as he crossed his arms. "But unlikely since he's also fought them. Tell me Blake, why did you leave your previous… Organization?" He made sure to say it quietly enough that other students wouldn't hear.
The Faunus visibly tensed and her pupils dilated as she realized he knew. "What are you talking about? What organization?" She denied.
Yang grew defensive at seeing that action, placing an arm on the table in front of her and glaring at their instructor.
Blake's denial caused Six to sigh as he replied, "How could I not know? The twitching bow, the fascination with the Mimic and White Fang, your reactions in class, you sneaking out to fight the White Fang. All of it points to you not only being a Faunus but a former member of the White Fang."
Then a realization struck him. "Wait, I figured that Ozpin knew, but with the way you reacted… Does he?"
All of the students tensed, a look of worry crossing their faces. Oh, that was hilarious. Just another piece of information to be used against them if needed.
"Stop worrying," Six cut in, causing Blake to develop a bewildered look. "I don't give a shi-oot. We all have our pasts."
While they were still reeling from that little announcement, Six went on with his lesson. "There were lots of little factions and individuals that fought in the revolution for different reasons. And sometimes, these groups or individuals didn't always like each other but sometimes worked together for a common goal. It sounds like your Mimic problem might be similar."
"Why are you..." Yang muttered.
"Helping?" Six finished before leaning in and whispering, "Because I'm not the Mimic you idiots." His lie didn't seem to deceive Blake.
And it was that moment when a certain energetic professor burst into the room and said, "Alright class! One minute before class ends, I have my coffee. Get your things together and prepare to leave!"
"See ya around kids," Six said as he turned away from the group, not giving them a chance to reply.
"Except for you House!" Oobleck continued. "I have a few things I'd like to give you."
Damnit.
As Six left the classroom, he looked down at his bag. The professor had given him some materials to grade before tomorrow. This was apparently part of his duties now. If the Courier slept more than once a week, he would have been worried about the time commitment.
Then his Pip-Boy pinged him. Oh, interesting. The operative report for Richter's surgery had finally arrived. He had been curious how the procedure went and if it could be used on a larger scale.
"I understand your investment in my-"
Bullshit, more bullshit. Grandstanding, trying to butter him up, and… Something actually relevant.
"While the operation was a complete success and the L.I.F.E. System functioned as expected, we ran into a small issue."
Interesting, Six was curious what could have gone wrong with it. Richter appeared fine when he returned to the apartment.
"The subject already had his Aura unlocked. So unfortunately, this test did not determine the success of the device in full."
Very interesting. So it worked for Auras in general but Richter had been the subject. With what the White Fang said when they attacked him and the Spring family, and now this? Richter was hiding more than he originally thought.
The Grimm that crippled him must be tougher than the Courier originally anticipated if it was able to do so to a trained soldier. Or perhaps it was simply more cunning, and had an advantage that allowed it to take the man by surprise?
"Worry not, we have since tested it on another subject and the results were positive. We belie-"
And that was all he needed to hear. Right now, he had other classes to get to. He'd have questions for Richter the next time they met.
Up next on his itinerary was a… Professor Peach who happened to be in charge of Plant Science. Six hated Remnant and its stupid pun names.
Author's Notes:
I figure, much like the show, I am going to tease all of you. I think it would be incredibly funny if Professor Peach was only ever mentioned and never shown in this story just like the show itself. That, and I don't really have a place for her in this story. Forcing her in would take some rearranging and I'm not familiar enough with her character to do so.
Also, I probably won't do a whole lot of these teaching days. There will only be a couple to show what his tasks are like when he assists in teaching.
When it comes to partners, I'm actually not sure who on team CRDL is Cardin's teammate. I made it Dove but if that's incorrect someone correct me.