Kirkman walked into the room, with a slight grimace on his face.
In front of him was a one-way window, where he could see their prisoner, and looking into it, was Colonel Burton.
"I just got word, what happened?"
Burton turned around and met Kirkman's eyes. "We were doing deployment exercises like you asked, a team of rangers along with a crusader tank were nearly ambushed, luckily our satellite was in the right spot at the right time, it snapped a photo of the assailants just a few minutes before the unit reached the ambush site."
"How do you know they were going to ambush?" Kirkman walked beside Burton and looked at the white-haired woman behind the window, tied to her chair and looking dejected at the ground. Her furry ears twitched.
"They were positioned at opposite sides of the road, never moving, we assumed they were waiting for the incoming team of rangers, and that assumption ended up being correct."
"Good job, Colonel, so, what do we have here?"
"One of the few survivors of the White Fang from the battle and the only one who isn't missing a limb or is in intensive care."
Kirkman nodded. "Alright, but why is she here and not with the other intact prisoners we got from the base attack a few weeks back."
"Because she appears to be of higher importance, her mask had a unique design and covered her entire face, which is why we also took her scroll and our cyber team is currently working on breaking into it to get as much information as possible.
"I see."
Kirkman was a bit worried. What were they doing so close to the base? If they had gone around another eleven kilometers north, they would have reached the first set of defenses Juno had. This only meant one thing.
"The White Fang is looking for us." Kirkman said with a face of realization
"Yes, I thought so too. But who's to say they haven't already found us."
"If they have, then they would have had to have gotten within range of at least one of our defense measures, so I think they just came close, dangerously close at that."
This was bad, the White Fang was actively trying to hunt them down. Fighting them wasn't the problem, no. Kirkman was confident that they could beat the White Fang, the problem was that if the White Fang did end up even finding evidence of being close to the base, that information could very well leak out.
And with how unpopular they already were, if they made Remnant hate them more, with the world knowing Juno's location, it may mean all-out war with an entire planet, and he certainly was not ready for that.
The radio show definitely helped slow their growing unpopularity, but it wasn't enough, there needed to be more.
"Burton, I need you to interrogate her, I have to go and talk to some people."
"Yes sir."
Kirkman wasted no time and left, leaving Burton alone in the room. He steeled himself, took a deep breath and opened the door to the room.
"Good morning, miss." He looked at the faunus woman currently handcuffed to a metal table, looking dejectedly at her cuffed hands.
He closed the door behind him before walking over to the chair opposite to her.
He took a seat
"I'm sure that you are aware of your current situation, and I'm sure you've already thought of the possibility of escape, but I assure you, there is no escape."
She continued to look down at her hands, not making any eye contact at all, her hair messily flowing in front of her head.
"Even if you do break through those vanadium steel cuffs, which I'm sure you've tried, you'd have to go through me, who is trained in multiple martial arts and is armed to the teeth, though that might not be entirely obvious."
It was true, under his uniform, he had what was practically an entire arsenal of small arms, and bladed weapons, though he wasn't completely confident in his ability to take out a superhuman in the case that she was able to escape, but he was damn sure that he could at least slow her down enough for more people to arrive at the scene.
"And if you are able to get through me, you would then have to fight through an entire building of skilled soldiers who will not hesitate to kill you, and if by the impossible chance that you can do that, you would then have to go through fourteen square kilometers of a base with enough men and firepower to take out a kingdom."
The woman was seemingly unfazed, as she just continued to look down. She didn't believe that last part.
"So I suggest you eliminate all thoughts of escape, your situation is utterly hopeless, no one is coming to help you, so I suggest you start spitting out what you know now or you'll regret it later."
"You're wrong." She whispered, bringing her head up slightly, going into direct eye contact with Burton. "They're coming, they will find you, and we will destroy the United States of America." Her eyes held nothing but animosity.
Burton couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
"You really believe that, don't you?" The Colonel said with a smirk.
The girl fully had her head up, looking directly at the Colonel with a fury in her eyes. "We came this close, once they know we disappeared, they'll start looking the direction we went, and they'll find you."
"And then what? They'll destroy us?" He laughed.
The furrow in her eyebrows grew.
"Let me show you how hopeless your attack was from the start, just to give you an idea of how outmatched the White Fang is."
From under his coat he pulled an envelope, he opened it up, and took out what was contained within, a picture. He slid it in front of the girl. She looked down at it.
"This is an image of the attack yesterday, or at least five minutes before the battle ensued. This was taken by our satellite at 0302 hours." Her ears and eyes seemed to perk up at the word 'Satellite' he assumed it was because she didn't know what it meant
"Now, you may be wondering what a 'Satellite' is, well it's this tiny thing in lower orbit, or in space, in simpler terms, and it allows us to monitor the locations within that specific orbit."
She seemed to be very surprise.
"That's a lie!" She attempted to stand up, but the straps on her chair kept her in place. "Dust doesn't work outside of Remnant's atmosphere!"
Burton's smirk only grew. "What if I told you we used something else other than dust?"
She once again gained a surprised look on her face. It was clear she had many more questions, but Burton didn't have time to waste.
"Now, back on topic." There were three sets of specs in the image, within the thick greenery, one could make out two groups of specks situated on two opposing sides of the paved road.
"To avoid confusion, we're gonna give these groups names." He put his finger on the bottom one, the girl's eyes widened for a second. According to the intel given to him by the soldiers who dealt with them, she was in this group.
"This group will be called 'Trash'." Her eyes immediately darkened at the name, and Burton couldn't help but laugh in his head. "Then this group." He pointed at the top one. "Dogshit."
Her eyes darkened even more as she grit her teeth.
"Based on what I was told, you belonged in Trash." Burton pulled out another picture, this one being taken just a few minutes after the last one.
"Now this shows the soldiers moving into position, because we had spotted you, they were expecting you there. From the very start, you had already lost the element of surprise."
Burton leaned back in his chair as he let his words sink in. He could already see evident surprise in her eyes.
"Now this..." He points at the greyish green shape in the image, the girl looks at it with interest as if she recognized it. "…is what we call an M2A1 Crusader tank, or just Crusader tank if you don't want the extra syllables. It is armed with a 120-millimeter cannon and has armor more powerful than anything in Atlas's arsenal."
The Colonel moved his finger onto the bottom group. "After first spotting you, we radioed in what we found. After that, the fire command was given, and the gunner of the Crusader identifies a target 30 meters ahead. The loader loads in an anti-personnel canister round in under 7 seconds, which is the standard. They move the turret and fire."
The girl seemed to traumatically remember those events.
"The shell hits, suddenly, thousands of tungsten balls fill Trash's surroundings, making quick work of aura and killing many in Trash. While this is happening, the soldiers behind the embankment throw flashbangs over it before climbing and then splitting up. One group to take dogshit head on and the other to flank them."
She seemed to get confused over the word 'Flashbang'.
"The flashbangs were enough to temporarily disorient them, the soldiers made equally quick work of Dogshit. And you'll be happy to know, we suffered no losses." Though he did not mention that two of them did return injured.
"And what did your group do? Nothing, when faced with superior tactics and technology, what can the White Fang really do?"
Her eyes flared at him, a burning rage all aimed towards Burton.
"Believe me, The United States has faced terrorist threats far worse than you can even imagine."
"We are not terrorists!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.
"Mhm, your actions thus far say otherwise"
"It doesn't matter, once Adam gets here…" She trailed off.
'Adam.' Now that was interesting.
"Adam? Who is this Adam?"
"The one who will be the end of the United States of America."
Burton only laughed. "If I had a nickel for every time someone said they would be the end of the United States, I'd be a goddamn millionaire, yet here we are, still standing here, why do you think that's the case?" Burton then furrowed his eyebrows.
"We have an orbital asset, soon to be assets, equipment that has yours beat by miles, men who have more skill and experience than your average White Fang goon, and a General who is more than willing to stomp you out, the White Fang has. No. Chance." He said with incredible gravitas. "After all, all it took to destroy a White Fang base was a preemptive strike, four men, two Comanches, and a bombing run, and we're capable of much more than that."
He seemed to finally be getting to her, the flair in her eyes lessened.
"You… You're all monsters."
"Says the woman who is part of a group responsible for the deaths of thousands of innocents."
She struggled in her seat, before opening her mouth. "Those were justified-"
"Justified? And what makes those deaths any more justified than our retaliation against you?" Burton bled some hostility in his voice. "If fighting back means we're monsters, then you're monsters as well."
"We have lived under the oppression of humans for centuries! They have shown no mercy to us, so we show them no mercy."
Burton took in her words. "But in killing innocents, causing unneeded suffering, and bringing upon untold destruction, you yourselves are becoming the oppressors."
She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Burton cut in.
"Are all of the people you have killed directly responsible for your suffering? I know that's simply not true, those children did nothing, those shop owners did nothing, those American soldiers did nothing to you. Yet you treat them all the same."
His words were doing something, it was clear she was getting angrier with every sound that came out of his mouth, her teeth were practically grinding, and her eyes were fixed in a glare that would make most men shudder, but Burton pressed on.
"Tell me, what do you hope to achieve by causing so many to suffer? Equality? Cause let me tell you, killing and hurting humans will only make them hate you more."
"Adam sees it differently; he envisions a world where faunus reign supreme and humans are at the bottom."
There again, with this 'Adam', with how the woman spoke of him, at this point he was sure that he was a figure of great importance, a leader most likely. One that earned enough confidence within the Woman to make her think that he could destroy the United States.
"So essentially, you want to become the oppressors? My, the White Fang really is far gone, from what I'm hearing, you're just a bunch of hypocrites with weapons."
"You don't know what any of us went through! You have no right to criticize our actions, because you weren't in our position, you're a human, you don't have to go through the same amount of hardship that we have had to go through every single day for the past brothers know how long!"
"Perhaphs." Burton crossed his hands together. "But I don't have to go through what you did to know that killing innocent civilians is wrong, with or without your history, what you do is still wrong. Your end goal speaks volumes of just how morally bankrupt your group is, you're lying to yourselves if you think this is you making things right, because no, you don't really want to end your suffering, do you? You just want to make everyone suffer with you just because you had to go through it, even if those who suffer because of you have had no hand in your oppression. After hearing what you have to say about it. I will certainly be happy wiping your group off the face of Remnant"
Burton sat up. "And I promise you, there will be nothing left of the White Fang if you continue poking at us, I'll say it again, tell me what you know now, or you'll regret it later. We've wiped out a base before, what makes you think we can't do it again?"
The girl seemed to realize this fact, she nervously looked down at her hands, as if considering something, it was obvious after all, the whole world had seen how easy it had been for them to destroy an entire base in seconds which was apparently unheard of in Remnant.
"All I ask for, is who this 'Adam' is, answer and this will all be over sooner."
"He's the leader of the Vale branch." She weakly stated.
Burton couldn't help but a let a smirk form on his lips. "Good, now, do you-"
He was cut off by the sound of three knocks from the door behind him. It was opened. Burton turned his attention to George Miller who had entered the room.
The girl also looked at George, wondering what he was here for.
"Sir, you're needed in Cyber Ops."
Burton stood up, and adjusted his coat. "We'll continue this later." He told the girl, before walking off with George.
"So, what do we got?"
Kirkman turned around to meet the eyes of Colonel Burton as he walked in to the Cyber Ops room.
"Cyber team was able to crack the scroll of the woman."
"Oh? And what did you find?"
Kirkman sighed. "Sadly, nothing too important at the moment, though we're still digging through the contents of the scroll, the only things of note we found were the fact that the girl's name is Fubuki Shiro, and that she's a White Fang lieutenant."
"Already guessed she was of high rank from her mask, but is that really all you were able to find so far?"
Burton walked over to Kirkman who was leaned over and watching George's monitor
"Yeah, right now we're just digging through her photos and videos, her location pings were rather interesting though, the two groups were constantly pinging their location towards each other, and it showed in their messages towards each other, so that gives us a good idea on their movement, but that doesn't tell us anything in regards to the White Fang and what they're planning."
George decided to speak up. "Well, we already guessed that they've been looking for us, all we really need is confirmation. And who knows maybe there's some other shit on this phone, I mean scroll, maybe locations, names, and other bits of information."
Kirkman turned to Burton. "Speaking of information, did you get anything from the woma- Fubuki" Kirkman corrected himself.
"Yes, a name, 'Adam', apparently the leader of the Vale branch of the White Fang."
The General put his hand on his chin. "'Branch suggests that the White Fang divides itself into branches of different leadership, but based on what we've deduced from Vale's files on it, this isn't the case."
"Yeah, but that's just what Vale knows, I mean did we know everything about how the GLA worked? And it's even worse for Remnant since their surveillance technology is not as good as ours." George said while continuing to search the contents of the scroll.
Kirkman and Burton both nodded in agreement, though 'not as good' was an understatement, George had a point. Vale would definitely not have the resources to monitor the White Fang to that degree.
But the fact that the leader of the Vale branch was hunting them down suggested that it was not the entirety of the White Fang that was out to hunt the USA, but rather just this 'Adam' and the Vale branch. But this wasn't guaranteed yet, maybe the White Fang was separated into branches, but worked under a central figure, who ordered the Vale branch to search for the United States.
Either way, they now had a new target, Adam.
"Did she say anything about Adam?" Kirkman asked the Colonel.
"No, I was told to come here before I could pull more information out her."
"Ah yes, I called you here to tell you that I just got permission to meet directly with Ozpin."
Colonel Burton was shocked. "Why would you want to meet with Ozpin?"
"It occurred to me that maybe the reason that even with our now growing satellite network, our thousands of spy drones, our fleet of spy planes and more, we have been unable to identify a second White Fang bases is because we've been using our logic while fighting the GLA too much."
"What do you mean?"
"The GLA was strong, it had hundreds of thousands if not millions willing to work and die for its cause, they had the support of millionaires, government officials and even monarchs, which are the reasons why they had the power to create hundreds of strategic bases and outposts. The White Fang doesn't even have a fraction of that power."
Burton slightly understood what Kirkman was getting to. "So you're suggesting that the base we destroyed was the only White Fang hideout in this region? But that wouldn't make sense since we're still being hunted."
"No, I'm suggesting that the White Fang are like the small terrorist organizations on Earth, mostly hiding in plain sight, living in villages, towns, cities, rarely ever having a single, if not multiple central bases of operations. There might still be bases that we just have not seen, but if I'm right, a lot of the members could simply be living in Vale or in many of the surrounding towns and villages."
"And you need to speak with Ozpin for cooperation." Burton affirmed.
"And his permission for us to launch or own investigation inside Vale. I also plan on meeting with other leaders of the aforementioned towns and villages afterwards."
Burton was impressed. If the General was right and he was successful in convincing Ozpin and the other leaders, then that would mean that hunting the White Fang would be all the more easy.
"Burton, what I need you to do now is to prep an escort to Beacon academy, get some of your best men, and I want them ready by the end of the week."
"Yes, sir." Burton gave Kirkman a salute and left the room.
He planned on opening communications with Ozpin today, hopefully getting to meet him in a few days, and then the other village or town leaders afterwards, starting with Cooperwick, since he had already begun relations with them through helping them with the grimm horde that was harassing the town.
In fact, it might be better to speak with the leader of Cooperwick before he went to Beacon, it could give him some leverage in negotiations. He would have to speak to Burton about arranging a trip there. For now though, he would have to supervise searching through Fubuki's scroll
Cooperwick
1100 Hours
Two days later…
"Village is just past these hills" The pilot said through COMMS.
Kirkman relaxed in his seat. He was currently seated inside a Chinook helicopter along with thirty fully armed soldiers. This was to be his security force while in Cooperwick.
"ETA, three minutes." A few of the soldiers that were with them tensed up a little, not that he could blame them, to some of them this would be their first mission outside of Juno's protection.
Though speaking of protection, he was sure that the two Comanches that were joining them would be more than enough to win any possible altercation that may happen.
Cooperwick was in a tricky spot, it was just thirty-two kilometers north of Vale's walls, putting it in between Vale and Juno, it was surrounded by a dense forest, and it was situated in a crossroad leading to two major towns outside of Vale, meaning that it often saw much trade and visitors.
They had used satellite imaging to the determine the perfect landing spot for the three helicopters which just so happened to be the town center.
Kirkman looked around, taking note of the some of the soldiers carefully checking their weapons, looking into their optics, checking their mags, and more, while some were simply staring at the closed ramp anticipating the order to move.
"Aaaand I see it." The co-pilot stated.
"(COMMS) Do you have a visual on Cooperwick?" Burton's voice came through COMMS, he was staying at Juno.
"Affirmative. I have visual on the LZ." The pilot pushed some buttons. "We're landing now."
Everyone could feel the motion of the Chinook descending, it descended for a good few second before finally touching the ground, though the rotors were still spinning.
"This is it." Kirkman said.
The ramps opened up, and all the soldiers exited the Chinook. Kirkman was the last to exit.
The immediate area around him was a very large paved area, like a parking lot but without any asphalt. There were even some civilians in the square, some were running away in fear of the three strange shapes that suddenly landed in the middle of their town.
The soldiers around Kirkman ran forward and started securing Kirkman's path, shouting orders for the civilians to stay back.
In front of him stood the Town hall. Or at least it seemed it like it was, given that it was in the center of the Village and was an elaborate building in contrast to the simple homes and other structures that surrounded it. Having a painted concrete base, polished wooden pillars and stairs leading directly to the door, if 'overkill' was a building this was it.
The general walked slowly to the steps, paying attention to his soldiers who had began to file into a few lines.
He walked up the stairs. Meeting the eyes of the two village guards beside it.
"Good morning gentlemen." They were doing a good job at hiding it, but he could tell they were fearful, not of just the fact that there were over thirty soldiers ready to kill them at any given moment but also the fact that they were currently staring down one of the most feared men on Remnant.
A squad of soldiers walked up behind him, they were supposed to be joining him inside the town hall.
"Now where's your chief." Kirkman asked.
As if on cue the wooden doors opened, revealing the village chief, Jonathan Winslow.
He was tall, around the same height as Kirkman, had a bushy beard and had a rugged face. He wore a white tunic with a black vest over it, having thick leather pauldrons over his left shoulder.
"Hello general." He said with a tone that showed no fear or nervousness, much unlike his guards. It was clear that Jonathan was not intimidated.
"Hello to you to, Mr. Winslow. May I come in?"
Jonathan stepped aside and let Kirkman and his soldiers in. Kirkman finally got to see the interior, which compared to the grandeur of the exterior was rather lackluster, with simple wooden floors and walls. Though it was quite large.
Winslow started leading them through one of the hallways as Kirkman and his men followed.
"You didn't give us much time to prepare. You told us only an hour before that you and your men would come here."
"I apologize for the intrusion then, but our decision to come here was just as sudden, and we couldn't delay it any further."
The chief shot him short glare before turning his attention back to the way he was walking.
This was in fact a lie, this sudden arrival with not much notice ahead of time was done on purpose. Kirkman was not entirely sure if he could trust Winslow yet. By the off chance that Winslow was someone who wanted Kirkman dead, then him informing Winslow of his visit days or many hours ahead would give him time to plan an ambush.
After a minute more of walking they finally reached a door. Winslow opened it, letting Kirkman and the others in.
The room was of medium size, in the middle was a large wooden desk with a cushioned chair behind it. In front of it were two smaller cushioned chairs.
Winslow took a seat behind the desk, and signaled Kirkman to take a seat in front him, Kirkman did so.
He waved away the soldiers and made them stay outside the room. He waited for the door to close.
Kirkman looked into Winslow's eyes. He crossed his and leaned forward before finally speaking.
"Do you know why I came here Mr. Winslow?" He narrowed his eyes towards his.
"No, like I said, this is all very sudden to me, I have no clue as to the reason for your arrival." His face kept at the light grimace that was on it when Kirkman originally came.
"I came here because…" Kirkman took notice of the gun-like object attached to his leg. "We both need help."
Winslow raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what do you mean by this?"
"Let's not sugarcoat here, Cooperwick is on the verge of being overrun by grimm. Every month there's a new grimm horde outside the gates which your guards just can't handle."
The grimace grew, Kirkman could imagine Winslow grabbing the gun and shooting him for disrespecting the village. But Kirkman pressed on.
"And every month you hire huntsmen to take out the grimm, but you can only afford the bottom of the barrel huntsmen, so the grimm horde only remains partially eliminated. So, you turn to anyone who could help, unlicensed mercenaries, former soldiers and the like."
"It sounds like you're just insulting my village and my leadership." He said with an intense anger.
Kirkman was not intimidated. "But this time, the grimm horde was particularly large, to the point where the bottom of the barrel huntsmen and mercenaries could no longer fight them off, so you forced all your citizens to give money to pay for a higher quality huntsman which you weren't even sure could deal with the horde. But turns out, the Vale Hunstman Assosciation charged too high."
Kirkman could see the confusion in Winslow's eyes, he must be wondering how Kirkman knew all this. All it really took was some wire tapping and paying some Cooperwick citizens for information.
"How do you know all this." He asked with a mix of confusion and anger.
"That isn't important, the point is, you were having a problem, and you paid us to solve it. You saw what the United States could do, one airstrike and all the grimm are dead. So I propose a partnership or an alliance would be a better word for it."
"And what do you have to gain from this partnership?"
"We will provide you protection, we'll build an outpost nearby which will house some soldiers and equipment to deal with the grimm. We only ask for access to your trade and information gathering within your village."
"Information gathering?" Winslow furrowed his eyebrows.
"We have reason to believe that few… persons of interest are living within your walls."
The chief's eyes met Kirkman's with disdain.
"Is this because of the high faunus population?" He snarled. "I will not allow racists to- "
"Believe me, this has nothing to do with race. Our information network simply shows that there may be a few problematic individuals living here, we simply request that we be able to question certain individuals to ascertain their innocence."
This 'Information Network' was really just Fubuki giving them the answers needed. All it took was threatening to pull the plug on 'John Aero' the leader of the second group.
He had come out of the battle missing his lower leg and most of his arm, he was put in a medically induced coma but would not wake up. The investigation into Fubuki Shiro's scroll led to finding out that she was romantically involved with John which gave them a negotiations advantage.
She spilled the beans rather quick.
"I don't see how this deal will benefit me."
"You really don't?" Kirkman asked with a mocking tone. "Here are your choices, you either accept this deal, and get protection free of charge. Or you continue what you're doing, forcing your citizens to pay impossible taxes to fund your protection, this will only increase the already high amount of negative emotions, leading to more grimm, and more grimm means a higher need for protection which means higher taxes and so on."
The village chief slumped back into his chair but kept the scowl he was giving Kirkman.
"You can't keep this up Mr. Winslow and you know it. And all I ask is for the ability to question some of your citizens and trade, once I get that, you'll never have to worry about grimm ever again."
This entire thing may seem like a one-sided deal, but it wasn't, he wouldn't actually participate in trade in the commercial sense, but rather ask for a cut of the profit and materials of the trade happening within Cooperwick, so the United States would get some lien and dust.
But putting a base in Cooperwick's vicinity would put that base at an advantage, it would put the United States much closer to Vale and many other villages and towns which would mean not only easier access to the rest of the world, but also an extra line of defense for Juno.
But whether or not Winslow accepted was unimportant to the upcoming FOB. Even if Winslow said no, Kirkman would still have one built just a bit farther than he was asking Winslow for. But making this deal with Winslow would allow him to get some lien and dust but also continue investigating the White Fang.
"I accept, but I don't want you questioning or detaining anyone without telling me first."
Kirkman smirked. "Of course."
The door behind suddenly burst open. A sergeant from his guard detail entered.
"Sir, reports coming in from the other squads that two Beringels appeared outside the village walls."
"Beringels?!" Winslow yelled out. "We need to mobilize the village guard and notify a huntsman agency now!"
Kirkman put his hands up in a placating manner towards Winslow. "There is no need Mr. Winslow."
"What do you mean?! There are Beringels. Two of them! Those are some the most dangerous grimm on Remnant."
"And there is no need to worry." Kirkman smirked, before reaching into his coat and pulling out his earpiece, he put it on his ear and pressed on it.
"Hammer squadron, take out the Beringels."
"(COMMS) Yes, sir. Moving to the new AO."
"Come with me." Kirkman told Winslow.
He turned to the soldier. "Take us to where the Beringels were spotted." The soldier nodded and jogged off while Kirman and Winslow followed.
Once they got out of the Town Hall, they were met with a huge commotion outside, the Comanches were just taking off, and the soldiers were running forward to take defensive positions. The citizens were in a panic looking around and screaming in confusion as to what was happening. He continued to follow the soldier, eventually reaching a tall concrete wall with a watch tower behind. They climbed the stairs and got a good view of what was ahead of the walls. There were already two soldiers on the watch tower.
Two Beringels were approaching from the forest. Overhead, the Comanches flew, flying in front of the Beringels before firing their guns.
The grimm were pushed back, and were taking some damage, but it didn't look like they were dying. "Fire your rockets." Kirkman said into his earpiece
A few rockets flew from the rocket pods on the wings of the Comanches, hitting the Beringels directly and making them blow up into many pieces.
"(COMMS) How bout those rocket pods!" Yelled in a celebratory tone by one of the pilots.
Winslow looked on in shock at the firepower of just two bullheads. He had seen it before with the large gathering of grimm that they had destroyed, but he thought that was just a fluke, a lucky shot, but here he saw that Kirkman could tote around that kind of firepower wherever he wanted.
And with that, all his regrets at accepting the deal disappeared.
Kirkman patted him on the back.
"We're gonna have a beautiful partnership, Mr. Winslow."
FUCK it's been a long time. 3 months eh? Goddamn. Life hit like a truck, but I'm happy I was able to get this out at this time, hopefully you guys enjoyed it. Also damn, that's a lotta reviews which is real cool.
Janny092: Well they are used as normal infantry in C&C and in some cases in real life, they are used as basic infantry. But in most cases where I don't specifically state they are rangers, they are usually your usual army personnel, and I'm pretty sure I used marines before.
Monster King: Nice
quma25: Technology for the win! I have plans for the whole Salem B.S. Yeah discussions on racism would definitely be interesting, but I'd prefer not delving too deep into it, because I really don't want to involve politics to heavily in this story
Konstantinsen: Yeah I took a bit of inspiration from Good Morning Vietnam. Lien kinda confused me for a bit, but I think I've thought through a decent plan for it. And yes, in this chapter I showed how the United States will eventually exchange dust for protection, as for the whole dust mine thing, that's actually a really interesting suggestion that I'll take in mind, thank you. And by A/Ns do you mean those little bits where I put the time and location? Those are just inspired from the text showing at the bottom left of the screen every new C&C mission, I wouldn't really call them A/Ns but sure, if a few more dudes don't want it, I'll remove em. Also thanks bro, I'll continue to try and make it enjoyable.
DefenseSquadofDefenseSquad: Thanks, I try.
Just a Crazy-Man: You're cool.
fhchshEinzbern: Idk about that, since if we're using science, then aura can't be Dark matter, because dark matter cannot interact with nor emit light, but as we've seen in the series, Aura glows and flickers. Dark energy doesn't interact with any other force other than gravity, but we've seen aura repel attacks and the such. As for the "refinement" thing, I'm not so sure how that can be explained. But I'll definitely think about this suggestion since it is a good one that I have not thought about deeply enough.
JonathanO'Riley: Yeah, but here we're talking like straight up cold fusion reactors being built in seconds.
ThatGuyYouMet: Here it is!
Nyetman123: The first two? Probably not, like I said, I want to keep at least some realism here, but there will definitely be some kooky general mechanics that'll pop up. Man I love those sentry drones, too bad they're so damn weak..
insightguy: Yes, I will definitely include some cut content. And yes, it was a Hololive reference, might be a bad one, but eh, I was short on character names and was like "Hey, why not?" Was surprised one of you got it though.
Guest: An organization as weak as the White Fang ain't even coming close to being a major threat.
Guest: Yeah, and that's why us here on Earth are so good at killing each other.
Guest: Fun fact the JSDF isn't actually as amazing as some would make it out to be, it's primary supplier of tech and logistical support is the United States, so if you take the US out of the equation, they'd be pretty fucked. And I'm pretty sure it has something to do with the Council people being stupid and thinking Remnant will never face another major threat again.
CaptainWarhammer: Hey, the crusader is cool too! Give em some love. And yes, I'll defo be taking inspiration from RotR.
Gunfighterxy76: Huntsmen are outnumbered and weak overall, since if they truly were an *Effective* anti grimm force, then the grimm wouldn't even be a threat. And yeah, those people living outside the kingdoms are real stupid, but they might have their reasons, taxes, politics or whatever, stil stupid to risk your lives over that. Atlas has it right with the whole standing military thing, but it seems like in boosting their defense they seem to have forgotten those below, which kinda only weakens them.
CrazzyTony: Yeah, the thing is, Remnant isn't nearly as experienced with war and terrorism as the United States is, which has had centuries of experience with this kind of thing, and Remnant has different values because of the whole Aura and united against a common enemy thing. And don't worry the US is already in a war with the White Fang, it's just not official yet.
MrTin09: No, it's during volume 2.
Rama alif: Boom.
Bruhmeister935: You will see that very soon.
Guest: Here you go bro
vmoneywashere: again, boom
Guest: You will
Gen. Oil Derrick: IF they were in an open field just facing each other, Team RWBY fucking easily, it's been shown that they can move at the speed of sound, which would mean it would be hard for Burton and the Pathfinders to shoot, but if you gave them the element of surprise, Team Burton-Pathfinders win. They don't have enough information on remnant to allow agents to integrate into Remnant society at the moment. Thanks as well, hope you continue to love it.
Next Chapter, going to Beacon! Which may or may not be told from the perspective of the Beacon people.