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VOL 1 CH 4: Registrations


The next day, the group had arrived at the Beacon offices to complete their registrations at Beacon. Albert and the others had organized an alibi for this, taking advantage of the side effect of the monolith. Among the few good things they could enjoy in this world were a nice hot shower and a good breakfast that didn't try to kill you or was preserved for 200 years.

The Beacon offices were a two-story brick building with a golden plaque indicating the place. The group entered and saw several candidates waiting for their turn. There were some curious, amazed, or confused looks.

On the upper part of the ceiling, there was a screen with a number that changed to another, causing a candidate to wait. A waiting room had the number '090'.

"I hate this damn paperwork," said the wanderer as he took a paper with the number '097' from a red machine.

Each person took one, waiting for it to be over. Albert sat in a chair while the others did the same.


'097' He saw the new number being displayed. Albert got up to enter a room. 'Oh, for the love of God!' he thought upon seeing Glynda sitting there with a tired expression. He was partly annoyed to see her again but also felt sympathy for her situation, as it reminded him of the times he had to stay late at the clinic in the shelter. She gave him a look indicating that he should sit in a chair in front of a terminal for the interview.

"I suppose they're not paying you extra for this, are they?" she asked rhetorically.

He expected some annoyed comment from her, but she gave a tired sigh. "The worst part is that you're right, Mr. Johnson... Let's just get this over with quickly; only the rest of your team is left."

"I'll skip your name and biography. But I need to know a few key things. Do you have any unique skills?"

"Well, I'm quite skilled with repairs, medical work, I can talk to people, and not to mention my survival skills and handling of any kind of weapon."

"Interesting," she said, noting everything on a more modern terminal than the ones she was used to. "Quite a lot for a guy your age. Did you receive any education?"

"In my resettlement, we had a school where everyone learned what they wanted, but we only went up to secondary level to take a test called the GOAT."

"Would you mind describing what this GOAT is?" Glynda asked.

"The General Occupational Aptitude Test is an exam to determine what job you would do for the rest of your life. In my case, I became an assistant to my father. Our options were limited."

"Very well, at least you had some education," she said while taking notes. "What weapon do you specialize in?"

"Medium and long-range weapons, but I'm an amateur at disarming and somewhat skilled in hand-to-hand combat."

"Alright, that will be all. You may leave." Albert said goodbye to her and went out to see Jericho, who was next.


"Name" Glynda asked.

"Jericho" He said dryly as he sat up.

Glynda noticed his dirty metal armor with sharp points, along with several scars on his face aside from the assault rifle slung across his back. "Tell me about yourself and your abilities."

Jericho remembered what they agreed to avoid suspicion that they were from another world. So he decided to 'alter his story' "Well...where do I start. I grew up on a farm on the outskirts of town. My mother and younger brother lived there. We don't know what happened to my idiot father."

Jericho closed his eyes remembering that attempt at a normal life. "We made a living trading what we harvested and I sold them in the nearest settlement. Life was good, but it must all go to shit, right? One day when I was coming back with a lot of profit some damn mu-looters destroyed my home and kidnapped my family. I tracked them down with only a gun for two days, but when I found them...the bastards ate them" As he said it he horrified Glynda for that. "I avenged them, but I ended up badly wounded. A group of bandits rescued me and forced me to join them where I spent most of my life until I was fourteen where I decided to spend what was left of my life drowning in alcohol and smoking until my body couldn't."

Remembering that time where he could have had a normal life with the bastard son he had and made a living as a mercenary for his family brought him bitter feelings and hatred for the super mutants for what they took from him.

Glynda looked at him sympathetically, something that annoyed him. "Don't think I'm fucking traumatized, I don't regret choosing that life and it taught me to be a war dog and I'll stay that way until I die and my skills is to kill anything with whatever I have in my fucking hand."

Glynda changed her look to a serious one. "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't insult me for your past, Mr. Jericho. But I have a question, why did you join Albert?".

"Well, hehe the kid hired me to get his ass to a place because I've been everywhere and I've had enough experience to survive, On those trips let's just say I settled scores with some old friends, but I didn't kill them. Those beasts did it for us."

"Okay, mid-range weapons, unarmed and survival. You're dismissed and one more thing" Jericho was about to get up but stopped himself. "You better not make trouble in Beacon, or else I'll see to it that you go to jail" He said firmly.

"Ha! Whatever you say teacher" Jericho said as he walked out of the room and let Charon pass. Glynda couldn't help but feel sympathy for his story and hoped that a less hostile environment would help him.


'Holy Oum!' Glynda thought as she looked at the teenager or young adult; she didn't know what it was from the damage: His skin was burned with missing pieces of skin revealing flesh along with a missing nose and ears and pale blue eyes. All that was left was his red hair and he just sat there and stared at her with an annoyed look on his face waiting without even moving or looking nervous. It was as if he saw a robot in front of her.

"Glynda Goodwitch, beacon teacher. and you?".

"Charon" He said coldly in a raspy voice.

"Can you tell me about yourself?"

Charon closed his eyes as if trying to remember something and when he opened them he saw her. "I don't remember who I was before, except for a couple of things, but I know at some point I was brainwashed to be loyal to whoever owned my contract until Albert bought it and broke it in front of me" He said just looking at her.

"Brainwashed?" She said incredulously. "Forgive me Mr. Charon, but that's not possible...unless you...".

Charon just watched her with a raised eyebrow or in this case raised skin. "I wasn't tortured. I just know whoever possessed my contract was loyal to whoever possessed it."

"You say Albert 'released' you? In what way?".

Charon remained as stoically as possible and said. "He bought my contract from Azhrukal, a scumbag who had me as his right hand man in his bar. I killed him when I was free" That part would surprise Glynda that he would admit to killing him without showing remorse. "He deserved it. Albert lectured me that it wasn't right and then broke my contract freeing me from it and now I make my own decisions and chose to follow him seeing he is a man of honor who does not approve of slavery."

Glynda did not know what to say, to see a young man whose freedom was taken away from him to follow orders like a machine and that this Albert freed him. "I don't know what to say, Mr. Charon. But I have a question. Your contract. Do you remember who made it?" If that gang or group existed it would make sure that no person would end up like him.

Charon just shook his head sideways and said as he looked at her. "We killed them."

'So young' She thought. "What's their fighting style and weapon like?".

"Shotguns, unarmed and melee. My vision is limited by my necropsis."

"Necropsis?" I ask.

"I'm a necrophage, I was a human. But being exposed to radiation caused it."

"Radiation?" curious of the name.

"Yes..." He said.

'I have to write this down' Glynda thought. "Very well, you are dismissed" Charon stood up and left, letting RL-3 pass.


"Civilian greetings!" said the rather retro flying robot.

"Amm greetings?" curious of Atlas-like military behavior. "What are your objectives?"

"Eradicate the red menace and training recruits!".

"Define red menace" Curious of that word.

"End the Chinese socialist threat in America" He said like a military man the robot.

"Can you leave" He said watching the robot leave letting Clover in.

'I'm going to need to ask Ironwood this'.


Oh my goodness, you look hot!" Clover said. She felt a vein throbbing at her saying it so calmly.

"Save your comments, and tell me your name and skills."

"Clover, honey. And I'm good at close combat and other things" She said winking at him.

"What can you tell me about yourself?" he asked.

"I'd rather not talk about that, there are things a girl doesn't like to share" She said. He watched for a moment as the life in her eyes went out of her.

"All right, can you at least tell me how you joined Albert's group?"

"Well" He smiled. "He saved one of the Paradise Falls kids and freed me in the process. Seeing him so aggressive and covered in blood and sweat, whew!" She said with a blush.

'By Oum, a nymphomaniac' She said in frustration.

"What is this Paradise Falls?".

'A slaver base sweetheart' She said unsurprised.

'Another thing I need to look into' "That's it, you're dismissed."


"Sydney" Said the Asian woman in dull green combat armor.

"Glynda Goodwitch, master of Beacon. Tell me your skills and history."

"I'm good with weapons, repairing and modifying them. And my story is this. I lived with my father in a house, he taught me how to survive. One day he went on a life-changing exchange, but it went wrong and he died. So I had to do mercenary work, but it paid more money to search for ancient artifacts. I joined Albert and his group after one of my missions".

"An artifact thief?" she asked, Sydney nodded.

"I see, you're dismissed."

"See you later" She said to leave.

'Among all of us, this is the quietest' She thought.


Glynda Goodwitch, Beacon teacher" Greeting the young greaser.

"Butch Deloria" He said with a smile.

"Skills and tell me about yourself."

"Well...I'm good with weapons support, other than that I'm a barber and founder of the Tunnel Snakes" He said proudly.

"The Tunnel Snakes?".

"Yeah! We're the best gang in this place. The baddest and coolest of them all and me, For I grew up in the same place as the bloodsucker. We even had a group that wanted to get out of there. I hate that place because I was assigned to be a barber and I'm a barber. When that rebellion broke out and he fixed it he invited me to join him and here I am" He said with a confident smile.

"I see" Scoring. "You may go" Butch waved goodbye with an aviator's gesture bidding her farewell.

'Another one at least that's nice, but he's too confident'.


"Paladin Star Cross" He said firmly as he saluted her in armor she never saw.

Luckily the grip was gentle. "Glynda Goodwitch. Tell me about yourself and skills."

"Military experience and skilled with any weapon and I wear this servo armor I made myself" She lied that part she. "I joined a militia in my village when I was six years old. There Albert showed up one day and I joined him to dispense justice."

"Interesting..." Glynda said. "You may go" She nodded and left.


"Harkness, miss" The man greeted.

"Glynda Goodwitch, master of Beacon. Tell me your skills and about yourself."

"I'm the group medic and I'm good at combat and unarmed. And I used to be a security guard for my settlement. I joined Albert to look for his father."

'This Albert has made a lot of friends'

"You are dismissed" Harkness nodded goodbye and left.


The ground shook as the last one entered. She was surprised to see the 10 foot tall green man with a ripped jumpsuit and muscled muscles.

"Greetings, I'm Fawkes" He said in a deep friendly voice.

"Glynda Goodwitch, master of Beacon. Tell me about yourself and your skills."

"I am the muscle of the team, madam. And my story I don't remember who I was before. I'm sorry. Except Albert saved me from my confinement in a cave." He said standing up.

"I see, you may go" Without needing more she left.


"All participants are to report to the bullhead station that will take you to Beacon. You must be there at seven o'clock in the morning. Without fail" Glynda said to the teenagers listening to her. "That being said, you are free to go."

She noticed Albert whisper something to her group and they left.

Being alone she pulled out her scroll and spoke Ozpin.

"Glynda, what's going on?" asked Ozpin in a calm voice.

"Director, we need to investigate and observe Albert's group. They are hiding something in their stories. I will send you their data."

"I'll read them Glynda. Keep me posted on them."

"Yes sir" Hanging up.


What do you think? I know it's short Lore, but I have plans when. Hold on. Leave me your comments and I'll see you later. :)