Akira ascends the elevator leading out of the vault, his Sting Scorpion armor gleaming ominously in the dim light.
Each step reverberates through the desolate chamber, his imposing silhouette a stark contrast to the wreckage behind him.
As he emerges onto the surface, the tension in the air thickens.
Team RNJR, Team RWBY (minus Yang), Oscar, and Qrow are gathered near the vault entrance.
Their expressions range from confusion to wary anticipation.
None of them fully understand Akira's vendetta, only that it has culminated in the devastating confrontation they were mostly likely too late to stop.
Ruby is the first to approach him, her Crescent Rose ready but not yet unfolded.
Her silver eyes search his masked visage for some semblance of humanity.
Ruby: "What happened down there? Where's Raven?"
Akira pauses, his head slightly tilted as if considering whether to answer.
The faint hum of the Forceriser fills the silence. Finally, he speaks, his voice filtered and cold.
Akira: "She's gone. The power she hoarded is no longer hers to squander."
Jaune: (stepping forward, sword drawn) "What does that mean? What did you do to her?"
Akira's gaze shifts to Jaune, the glow of his visor intimidating but unreadable.
Akira: "What needed to be done. She was a threat, and threats are neutralized."
Nora clenches her fists, her usually cheerful demeanor replaced by a grim scowl.
Nora: "You talk like you're some kind of hero, but you don't get to decide who lives and dies!"
Akira: "Hero? No. I'm not bound by such ideals per say."
Oscar: "That doesn't make it right. Whatever she did, killing her… it's not the answer."
Akira steps closer, his towering frame imposing over the group.
Akira: "Then tell me, farm boy, what is the answer? To let people like her destroy lives unchecked? Spare me your sanctimonious drivel."
Ren: "You're not the first to suffer loss because of her, but this... this cycle of vengeance only creates more pain."
Akira's armor clicks faintly as he flexes his fingers, the tension palpable.
Akira: "Pain is the only constant in this world. Learn to live with it or be consumed by it."
At that moment, Blake steps forward, her expression conflicted.
Blake: "I don't know who you are or what your grudge is against Raven, but I do know this: you're walking a dangerous path. One that leaves nothing but ashes in its wake."
Akira regards her briefly, as though weighing her words. Then, with a slight shake of his head, he moves to walk past the group.
Qrow: "You're not going anywhere until we know exactly what you're planning. You've already done enough damage."
Akira stops inches from Qrow, the air between them electric with tension.
Akira: "Step aside, drunkard. Your time for questioning is long past."
Qrow: (his weapon shifting to scythe mode) "Try me."
For a moment, it seems a fight is inevitable.
The others tense, readying their weapons.
But Akira merely lets out a low, distorted chuckle.
Akira: "I have no interest in wasting time on you. There's a bigger game at play, and we're all just pawns."
He brushes past Qrow, who reluctantly lowers his weapon but keeps a sharp eye on Akira as he strides away.
The group hesitates, uncertain whether to pursue.
Ruby: "We can't just let him leave! What if he—"
Before she can finish, the whir of the Forceriser deactivating fills the air.
The Sting Scorpion armor disintegrates, revealing Akira's battered and scarred figure.
His steps falter briefly, but he continues walking without turning back.
Akira: "Chase me if you want, but you'll find nothing but regret."
As he disappears into the distance, Yang emerges from the vault, her face stained with tears.
She carries her mother's sword, Omen, but her expression is hollow along with the "Relic of Knowledge"
The group turns to her, their concern evident.
Ruby: "Yang… what happened?"
Yang's voice is barely a whisper, but the pain in it is unmistakable.
Yang: "He killed her. Raven's gone."
The weight of her words settles over them like a shroud.
Ruby rushes to her sister, wrapping her arms around her as Yang collapses into her embrace.
Ruby: "I'm so sorry… I'm so, so sorry."
The others exchange somber glances, the implications of Akira's actions sinking in.
Qrow clenches his fists, his usual demeanor cracking under the weight of grief and anger.
Qrow: "This isn't over. Not by a long shot."
As the group stands amidst the aftermath, their resolve hardens.
Akira may have walked away, but the consequences of his actions have set a course none of them can avoid.
[ Time Skip: One Week Later ]
Akira sits alone in a quiet compartment, his face illuminated by the dim glow of his Portable Terminal.
The outdated technology hums softly, its screen displaying lines of code and schematics.
The rhythmic clatter of the train fades into the background as he focuses on his work.
He pulls out several Progrisekeys—Rising Hopper, Fighting Jackal, Amazing Hercules, Sting Scorpion, Grimm Beowolf, and the recently acquired Spring Maiden Progrisekey.
Each one clicks into his Progrisekey Connector, a device lined with ports that hums faintly as it extracts data.
Akira: "Rising Hopper... adaptable yet limited. Fighting Jackal... precision-driven. Amazing Hercules... sheer brute strength. Sting Scorpion... lethal and efficient. Grimm Beowolf... unpredictable but wild. And now... the Spring Maiden."
He picks up the Spring Maiden Progrisekey, studying it closely but hesitating to insert it into the Connector.
Akira: "Too unstable. I need more time to analyze its power."
Instead, he turns his attention to his next project—a prototype driver displayed on his Terminal's screen.
This is the Zetsumeriser. Beside the blueprint are notes detailing its functions and transformation capabilities.
Akira leans back in his seat, his eyes narrowing in contemplation.
Akira: "A machine that transforms machines into Magias... fitting. With the right Zetsumerisekeys, the Atlesian Knight-200 will be my first test subject."
He sets the laptop aside, reaching into his bag to retrieve a small, portable 3D printer. From another pouch, he removes vials of data extracted from the Progrisekeys.
Sliding the data into the printer's input slot, he begins fabricating three Zetsumerisekeys—Japanese Wolf, Dodo, and Berotha.
The printer hums, glowing faintly as it processes the commands.
Akira watches the first key take shape—a sleek, dark-colored key engraved with the image of a wolf.
Akira: "Japanese Wolf... extinct, but not forgotten. You'll make an excellent enforcer."
He glances at his Terminal again, now displaying schematics for the Atlesian Knight-200.
His fingers trace along the blueprint on the screen.
Akira: "I wonder... can I give it consciousness? An autonomous unit loyal only to no one.
Hacking its protocol is easy, but true independence... that's the challenge."
The printer beeps, indicating the first key is complete. Akira removes the Japanese Wolf Zetsumerisekey, setting it carefully beside him as the printer begins work on the next.
Announcement: "We will be arriving at Argus Station in 10 minutes. Please ensure all personal belongings are accounted for."
Akira looks up, then begins packing his tools and completed Zetsumerisekey.
The Dodo and Berotha keys are nearly finished, their forms solidifying in the printer's output tray.
Akira: "Argus. A temporary stop, but necessary. I need a secure place to finish the Zetsumeriser."
As the train pulls into the station, Akira grabs his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He steps off into the bustling Argus Limited.
Akira sits at a cluttered desk, his Portable Terminal hooked up to various gadgets and wires.
The Zetsumerisekeys—Japanese Wolf, Dodo, and Berotha—are lined up neatly beside the incomplete Zetsumeriser.
He carefully assembles the belt piece by piece, its intricate components clicking into place.
The red tendrils of the Thorn Connectors snake across the sleek metallic surface, giving the device an ominous, almost organic appearance.
Akira: "Almost done. Just need to test it on a subject."
He turns back to his laptop, pulling up a schematic for the Atlesian Knight-200.
His fingers fly over the keyboard, inputting commands to simulate a test run.
Akira: "If this works, the Atlesian military will be defenseless. They'll lose control of their own machines."
Leaning back, he folds his arms, the glow of his Terminal reflecting off his intense eyes.
Akira: "Step one, corrupt. Step two, control. Step three... Profit."
The faint hum of the Zetsumeriser fills the room as he presses a button on its side.
The device lights up briefly, then powers down.
Satisfied, Akira closes his Terminal, preparing for his next move.
Outside, the city of Argus hums with life, unaware of the chaos brewing within its walls.
Akira gazes out the window, his expression unreadable as the moonlight glints off the Zetsumeriser in his hands.
Akira: "Time to put this plan into motion. The game begins now."
Author's Note:
Bishop here taking over for a while here's a new chapter hopefully you the reader is enjoying the story so far
Now here's some questions as always to see what you the reader want to see in the future and we'll be using the questions from the last chapter and some upcoming stuff:
Questions:
1. Shall I release Akira's character sheet ?
2. What would you like to see in the Future ?
3. Assault Grip ?
4. Have Akira establish MetsubouJinrai net ?
Upcoming stuff:
The new chapter will be something like Asu but with the Dodo or Japanese Wolf Zetsumerisekey
Ark will be happing very soon